Stories tagged fiction

Rejection

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No one fucking knew anything really. Including us. But we were driven by fear.

Soccer

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the phony oo-rah spirit

Drink Up Darling

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Darling Valentine’s pale legs shone in the dark, a beacon for the car driving without headlights along a tree-lined row of brownstones.

At Seventeen

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I want to become a boy.

Vanilla

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There's no way to unravel myself anymore.

Julie Martin

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To describe Julie Martin in those days is to give a resume of prairie truth: her good soul and giving heart were the stunning elements of her beauty. From afar she was a demographic sample like millions of women who, unlike Cassandra, could not afford to

After Sex

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She looked at him the way you would look at old meat.

To My First Crush

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you would've hated my guts

Without a Goal, in Need of

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Excerpt from novel in progress "The Sun Eaters"

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"...everything is a strange dream."

The Day the Internet Disappeared

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Myrna woke up with a start and sensed a strange silence in the air. She quickly flipped on an electric switch and when the lights came on she breathed a sigh of relief. Dawn was just breaking so she went back to bed and pulled the comforter over her head.

Below Heaven

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Nobody ever teaches you how to be a woman.

SEIZE

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“You're right by the mall, the cultural district, and just a few minutes from downtown,” the realtor smiled. “And it's on a bus line?” the wife asked. “Yes it…

All Men Troubled End Well

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Sergio spoke of his madness. He painted during the day and at night—sometimes upright, sometimes leaning over his canvas with the brush in his hand dangling like an errant pendulum. His hair was thick, black curls bouncing with each brushstroke. He drank

A lie must not advertise itself.

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Dreaming a word I woke: Encomium? There was no one about and I looked. Maybe I was grateful for waking from sleep again or just from sleep. A fool's freedom. Both. All. Time now looked like a door. But behaved like a vacuum. Still the consequences were the …