Stories tagged death

The Rest Home

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I have never known this man. / He is not who he is.

Condolences

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There was, at that moment, a parade in the man’s head-a thousand pairs of booted feet beating down upon the pavement of his mind. He could almost see band, in their cavalry-blue regimentals, marching forward at a four-count rhythm, his head athrob until

Late Night Phone Call

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When the phone rings that late at night, it’s not good.

Tying A Knot

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The months leading up to that night were unbearable. It was as if a debt loomed over us begging to be paid. We both knew I would find you dangling at the end of a rope, it was only a matter of when.

Passing the Last Buoy

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I am stunned that you’re gone here one moment, vanished the next leaving only profound stillness in all the spaces and moments you used to be

You Are Being Hijacked

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His only weakness, Flo notes, is the ice-cream headache.

A Million Pieces

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Today's girls all look the same. Angie isn't even sure if one leaves and a new one enters. They blend together like paper-dolls, clinging to one another, connected, braided. This morning, while one of them lies with her legs in a V, the alarm goes off

Imagine

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Imagine you are a goddess in a field of war. You look into the haunted eyes of someone dying, a young man, a beautiful man, dark hair, dark eyes, red blood, vast pain. And his soul begins to sing to you his ache before his vision is eclipsed. “They were…

Away Like the Indians

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I was the only one. My mother was the only daughter, and her four brothers each had only girls, making me the lone grandson. Of course no one would ever admit it, but I felt it. I was the favorite. The only boy.As a child I would sit at the kitchen table and we would draw.…

Pieces of the poet

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This is the poem you leave behind that you die in the middle of.

Hexagon

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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth

Help Me Screw Robert Smith Before I Die

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Here is what we patients call the death ward. The third floor, left wing, C. We’ve gone terminal. Our wishes have been sent on to that great foundation in the sky. We have AIDS, Cancer, Brain Tumors, Genetic Heart Disorders and more Cancer. If you have go

The Sweet Spot - Chapter 2

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I didn't know it at the time, but when our eyes closed and our lips met, we were both fantasizing about Derek Carter.

A Cappuccino with Charon

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“Yes, I just cleared the backlog from the Black Plague last week. Do you know how long it takes to move seventy five million people by gondola?”

The Sweet Spot - Chapter 3

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Kyle showed up the next day for the funeral. And he brought a friend. Most of the morning had gone by in a blur, the endless Mass, the burial. I couldn't get past the feeling that I was playing a part in a movie, the mourning daughter. I was on…