Stories tagged alex-aro

Body Language

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She removed her lips so I couldn't kiss them and told me I didn't appreciate what they had to offer. I asked her where she had put them; she looked strange without a pair of lips on her face. She told me she had hid them and wasn't going to…

Pumpkin Patch

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They stood before the pumpkin patch. He held her tight against him; his hands grazed hers inside of her sweatshirt pockets. The clouds above were gray and heavy. A rusty sign with a large pumpkin that read ‘Grandma's Farm' swung loosely on its chains…

A Different Song

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For the first time in her life Debra would be able to feel the music as it blazed around her, the smoke of it choking and thick. Marta smiled at that thought and returned inside where she sat down on the couch and didn’t mind if she ever wore clothes agai

A Lovely Appetite

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The fork plunged into her arm, and as I raised the knife to cut out a piece of flesh, she moaned with desire. With the delicacy of a newborn I slowly lifted the fork to my mouth and began chewing as she watched with a ravenous stare. With each bite her hands slid…

A Different Song

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That morning the birds sang a different tune. Marta awoke, ruffled in her sheets and stopped to listen. What was normally an upbeat and sunny musical number, a perfect accompaniment to the rising day, was instead awash with an…

Under The Tree

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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…

Boxes

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His voice isn't familiar but his words are. He says he knows we haven't spoken in years and apologizes for it. I can hear him pacing on the other end of the line, tapping things and then a shriek of glass shattering. Really, I tell him, no need to…