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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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"...We leave crumbs for a serviceable trail, from 6-sided mirrors to our cotton tongues..."
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What I wanted was long-in-the-sheets sex...
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I’m not dog-like in any sexy manner, like a Wolf Man who kills livestock and lurks in the shadows on the outer fringes of society, mouth bloodied at the tips, and waking up as a fully functioning human naked in some field. Instead, I lurk among rows of cu
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She spilled her neurons across the dissecting board of the violin, breathed deep and forced herself outward with every exhalation. Her molecules mixed with wax and horsehair, and her heart valves arched in unison.
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I knew all the horror stories about injecting drugs. I thought I would never do it. But I stopped thinking when Angel put her arms around me.
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Once upon a time, on March 8, 2011, to be exact, there was a flash fiction writer named Rinsewater who had a novel idea – flash fiction writers whose stories were published by indie lit magazines must be paid for their work!
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Brenda sits in a room full of people who have simultaneously forgotten what it was they wanted to say.
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I keep my exoskeletons in the closet. An odd thing to do, I know, but somehow I just can’t let that part of me go.
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The thing about a corner like this is that it doesn’t matter what city it’s in.
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Warning: there's sex near the end.
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He woke up four hours later in his car in his garage with the worst headache of his life. He lurched out of the car and kicked over a basket of basil as he toddled towards the door to the house. He stopped and scooped the spilled basil back into the baske
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My neighbors are building another snowdick. “You guys got this down,” I say. “The veining, and all- It’s very impressive. I hope you’re documenting, of course?”
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He told me to count backwards from 10. I was out by 8. He was now in complete control of my life – what a helpless situation.
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time. Night after night he's up, restless. What if she knew his plans? If only he'd bypass his miscalculations and slip through
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