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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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Marie shrugs. “Maybe she’s just late. Come on, let's wait by the jungle gym.” She runs over and starts climbing. The jungle gym is closest to the path that goes into the woods and down into the canyon. She has to get him into the woods somehow.
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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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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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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21772016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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Danny said that you like him now. He smiled like it was the best news that he could give me, but his eyes dared me. …
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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Two-way conversation with God.
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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They got out wearing their crisp brown Army jackets and khaki pants; she saw the cross on the lapel of the officer's shirt and just knew. These men brought sad news from faraway places.
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When they called him down there to the morgue to identify the body, he drove behind the wheel of his truck like some steady maniac on a long haul. The Ford 150 cried out for new shocks, but that hardly mattered. Mud plastered side panels and…
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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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I screwed my courage to the sticking point and asked him if he had shot down any Japanese airplanes. He grinned at me. “One,” he said.
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Years After she can go home.
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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When you move to the music of a woman
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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Oryn woke up in her desk. Sweat trickled from her forehead. Staring at her notepad, with her latest calculation, she forgot to go home. Her thoughts of Alysia calmed for now, but still lingered from her dreams.
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This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
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See a girl like Lily sitting offstage in a wooden chair in a fourth-rate club somewhere, crying, holding on so hard to so little, and as it breaks your heart to watch; forgive me. Understand me. You can’t rescue us. We all deserve more.
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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217100
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Azure walked through the fog as though she were walking to class. Her hands swayed through the mist and felt the thickness of the cloud through her fingers
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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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He stays a couple of yards behind me as we slog uphill. I try to diffuse the tension with a coy toss of head, slip on wet leaves. My ankle rolls and I splat noisily down. From my new angle his beard looks less stylish—bristles straggle all up his neck. He maintains…
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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We didn't wear shoes in the summer, except for Sunday school and church. The soles of our feet were black and tough as shoe leather.
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