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In his dreams he was building a house. He wasn't sure if it was in the city or in the country. He wasn't sure. He thought, perhaps, it looked like the city but there seemed to be too many trees.
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There, just below my knee, was a dark brown leech, fat as a battery, with a cuff of blood seeping out from its burrowing head.
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It's less than 1,000 words. No snippet for you.
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He thought of his field trip from the previous year, of Prague’s museums, statues, squares, architecture, restaurants, and various modes of transport. The town offered none of these and surely no cinema, no crowds of people, not even an old church.
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The bandages were my skin. They held in my organs, and when the doctors cut the dressing, my liver slipped out. Then all I remember was sirens on a loop.
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The only things older than Bella in the small town of Comfort were the porch where she spent most of her time these days and
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They weren't there, so we all began to gossip a little, about them, of course. This was Donald Anderman, who'd been the Prom King, and his date for that dance, the infamous Diane Morgan. Who, as I remembered her, was a little red-faced slut if there ever was one.…
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No one would hurt me for fun.
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A small flame of gossip began at one end of the table and began to spread like a wildfire at the first mention of Diane Morgan’s name. “That little red-faced slut stole my boyfriend from me,” I overheard Maryann Blakely saying. “I could have been Prom Que
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“We hear things all the time over here,” she said. “Coming through the trees, coming from that place.”
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She pictured the President leaving the hospital a few days later, hobbling on a cane. Jackie beside him, Caroline and John-John dashing from a waiting limousine. He couldn’t die. She’d looked into his eyes. John F. Kennedy spoke to her.
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people self-destruct for no reason
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This Christmas I challenge you to write something for someone in your family--not about that terrible thing that happened that one time but about that small, beautiful thing that embodies them in your mind. Publish it to fictionaut.com or your blog or yo
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Alice took a moment to savor the feeling of the late afternoon October sun on her exposed skin. There was almost no wind at the moment and she felt lulled by the warmth and soft whispers of the sea. “Isn't this delicious?” …
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