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They sawed and hammered away as if they were having the best time. "Sounds like a blacksmith shop in here!" I said.
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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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The Anarchy flag will not be removed from the balcony of 38 Marigold Court (hereon referred to as ‘Rebel Commune.’)
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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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Dolly did not need medication or Bible study. She loved and enjoyed her husband. She hoped she would die first.
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The room was standard for a motel where the second hour was free with porn: slightly concave double bed, coin-operated TV and a bathroom.
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The barista with the fake rainbow nails and amazing cleft. . . .
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r luv iz gud enuf 4 a tat2
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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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It was already 3:30 PM. Where had all the time gone? Linda looked up from her computer monitor over at Carlos, who had his face intently pointed at his. "We have to go soon," she said. "We want to avoid rush hour traffic.""Where did we put the address?" Carlos answered, not…
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Greg Samson opened his eyes. He had never wanted morning so bad, since he had writhed and jerked all night with distressing dreams. Good morning, Georgetown. And yet, something was still not right. His feet and calves hung off the bed's end, and yet his h
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Wish you weren't here,
Moon man in your cargo shorts.
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Thank you for submitting your epic poem I, I, I for consideration. While we are encouraged that you have relented from the ruthless self-endictment you affected so unconvincingly in your previous entry, Why Am I...
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Sitting in the upper last row of Wyatt Hall, Matt stretched his long legs under the fold-up desk top. He looked down past his fellow students' heads to barely catch something Dr. Mock had said. . . .
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China! Cherries! And chum! Oh my!
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