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Describe how like or unlike a vagina a peach pit is, using no anatomical words.
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How faintly her body takes on the dress like lint on the air, a faerie mote and the empties take on a form junked on the table. The storm is only over when disabled after the exclamation of the rain, a dancing staccato across the pea shell…
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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She seemed to have stepped from Tolkien's Rivendell and into the opalescent light filtering through the panoramic window in his office overlooking the Connecticut River. Her scent, a fusion of jasmine and rose, aroused Trevor even before he saw all that h
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My novel-in-stories, NAN, is now available as an ebook for $6.99. Thanks to everyone who read the first 7 published stories here on Fictionaut.
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ADXFEDL Super Punch
LDLLOPZ Unlimited Ammo
FFDVWTU Maximum Hit Points
JWEBUJN Mega-Jump
DSCXPOG No Hunger
EYENVDT Don't Need Sleep
PSDQUIV Infinite Lives
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Not for the first time I was being read by the book.A book is used to being readLike asNot for the first time I was being readBy the room in which I stood.Stared down by the walls; undressed by the bed.I wait for you.This is done and doneI wait for your breast to hold my…
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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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…
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At last one of the men on the line bowed his head in a silent prayer for deliverance from what was about to come, then lifted his head and shouted loudly for his fellows to charge.
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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He put Claudine in the barn. This caused him some pain—he’d have preferred for her to be able to stay with him in the house. His mother and father, were very strict Lutherans and insisted on marriage before ‘bunking together’.
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Left Bank, 1922:The boys never had itso good;Drinking fancy aperitifs:Pernod, Lillet, Dubbonet,all kinds of “net”s. Blue skies, clear days,white, fluffy clouds onlazy afternoons on the Boulevard St. Germain.Now:Iced tea, green ginsengmaitake mushrooms to thwart…
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We played and had joy. As the seasons changed in that peripheral world, we did not feel it. We only saw the snow a bit, only felt the wind a bit, we were not really in it. We still kept ourselves busy. There was something that I did begin to notice. I cou
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Don Galt’s butterflies swallowed Peter Robinson’s holdings on a cool and cloudy December afternoon.
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