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Back when I was fifteen, Svengal, Mohammed and I used to scamper up to the roof of our sixteen story apartment building and use it as our Masturbatory. We called it that because it served as a sort of observatory where we could diligently perform our rece
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The last thing eleven year-old Alysia Perez remembered, she clenched her mother’s waist as they both turned to stone in the museum. When she opened her eyes, she was in a world of darkness.
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She’s waving, Hey, I’m home! Like nothing’s happened. Like weeks haven’t passed since she left.
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But although her culinary plans are running smoothly, my mother’s mood is lethal. Look closely and you can see thin plumes of smoke escaping from her mouth and the tips of two horns peeping between the rollers on top of her head. This is not uncommon for
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I’m not sure if it’s Punkin or her pink fuzzy bunny slippers that I love.
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If there had been arranged marriage in eighth grade, the grade it used to be and still sometimes is when children left school to work in the fields, I would have hoped that my parents would have arranged for me to marry Mike.
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She would occasionally grant a surgical intern sexual congress.
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a chosen cantaloupe a child let loose . . .
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... must we turn again (and again)/
to an orchestra stripped of wind and drum?
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"Oh, abracadabra," she muttered.
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When I was miranda and my mother Rose, ours was a skinless intimacy. miranda in Rose's womb, captured in an essence of love, anger, frustration, fear, the overwhelming stress of Rose's life heavy syrup that kept the bond between spirit and body weak and
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To find myself in a straight relationship which challenges my communications skills and tries my patience while improving my status among my peers and family.
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My brother and I had often debated whether we could get our father to shave his moustache off, just to see if his sophistication remained intact without it.
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I became a fool for Adrienne Parker the first moment I set eyes on her.
Whenever Parker walked into Oliveira's Cafe my breath would stop. I'd try turning away, then find my gaze locked on her face. Maybe it was her bare arms that I found so appealing
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tonight's sky is full:/each lunatic to his moon/sings separate songs.
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On her lunch break, she dumps Luis for Daniel Towens, the ugliest man in the county.
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Nobody goes over there cause that’s where the body was found. A little one. Half in and half out the water, waded up like paper.
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The warrior would prepare for death by writing a death poem. Sometimes the samurai would begin the ritual and write his poem in blood.
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Was that the door slamming?
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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you
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It was not until my twelfth birthday that I realised the face I saw in the mirror was not mine.
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Dear End of the World. We're having a party. Stop by if you're in the neighborhood.
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When I was young, my mother told me that J. Edgar Hoover was a homosexual. I don't remember exactly when or why she shared this tidbit with me. This was, after all, fifty years ago. But Mom wasn't a homophobe, so I'm guessing that what intrigued her about Hoover's…
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I am not against the darkness / I can learn to live with restraint
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you dug a hole inside my heart
and asked me if it hurt
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"... you shake your head and look down as if I am a mongrel dog who has pissed the Tabriz..."
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Class differences in New York (and if you believe F. Scott Fitzgerald, in America, generally) are best viewed from the beach.
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All carcinoma/
would be hors d’oeuvres/
for its dark appetite.
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Once upon a time, on March 8, 2011, to be exact, there was a flash fiction writer named Rinsewater who had a novel idea – flash fiction writers whose stories were published by indie lit magazines must be paid for their work!
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[JESUS LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANYBODY, BUT HE'S DEAD. NO-ONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU AS MUCH, OR YOU THEM, SO DON'T EVEN TRY. HAVE A NICE LIFE! MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!]
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