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There are worse things than getting your ass kicked by a 12 year old Puerto Rican kid. This was exactly my thinking as he stood over me, his pre-pubescent screams sounding like a baby Bruce Lee, preparing to finish me off.
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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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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 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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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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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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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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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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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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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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Years After she can go home.
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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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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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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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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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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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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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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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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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The phone owner pre-writes his or her dying words! The app stores them and releases them at the moment of his death!
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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