2121 8 5
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As long as he could still take the stairs, he would go down there to be with the memories that each piece held. He knew that their time was about up, because his was too. His wife had already gone, and even before that she had long stopped using the washe
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Two-way conversation with God.
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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2121 8 2
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Later that night, he lay his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.
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The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…
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Alysia stopped for a moment. She knew what she was going to say, but held back her words and thoughts. Chisame took advantage of her hesitance.
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2120 20 6
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The book has known many women’s hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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2120 1 0
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I am wearing stolen socks. Not because I haven't any of my own, and not because they are an exact fit. Only because they soothe my emptiness inside.
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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2120 9 9
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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack.
The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,
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2119 11 6
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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2119 0 1
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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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no one likes a bitchy cowboyhike up yer britchespull yer brim down'nshut up and ridestop making petsout of peevesand idolsout of gossipinsteadmake a hobbyout of yer horseand fer godsakesseason that saddle
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so for penance, the priest gave me the full twelve Stations of the Cross
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Your voice is yearning,
Like a sad song on the radio,
A yarn spun to make hearts break.
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2118 6 1
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To my right, blank stares interchange with closed eyelids on an unkempt face. The minutes drip into the endless sea of night outside the window, each time creating a deeper blackness.
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2118 0 0
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He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
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2117 3 1
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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The trainers looked at her and smiled and they were still one creature with four legs and two heads. The old man’s left eye moved in sync with the younger one’s right eye.
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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Conceptio culpa
Nasci pena
Labor vita
Necesse mori
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2116 7 3
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Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
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2116 1 1
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True love may last forever, but the most I've ever gotten out of a lab assistant is two years, five months, three weeks, twelve days, and fifteen hours. And he was the exception.
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2115 5 2
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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2115 19 11
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No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
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It’ll die in there and the stairwell’ll stink for weeks, Greg says in the car. We’re quiet, considering that.
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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