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The woman returns from the store with an armload of books. She reads them quickly, one by one, over the course of the next few weeks. But when she opens the last one, the woman frowns in surprise.
All the pages in the book are blank.
Every single one.
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I stood frozen in our sub- par apartment complex pool. Two bees buzzed around me, it was the perfect metaphor for the current state of my life. I named the bees, “writing career, and job.” In 6 days I was turning 29 and I was still unpublished. Yesterday I…
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A friend of mine recently died and went to Heaven, or so I innocently thought. It was only when I received a letter a month later postmarked “The Island of Final Regrets” that I realized he was still in transit.
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Cancer took Ned's wife away from him around the thirteenth of November; the mourning would extend to January.
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The growing idealist collected
unicorns.
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He ignored his scalded scrotum and listened intently. The music was beautiful beyond all physical pleasure or pain. The end of the piece gave him a deeper understanding of the expression 'la petite mort'.
While he was still recovering, the next track b
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Don't slow down, he said, time grows shorter every minute.
So you pretended to stay young or cheated on your marriage or forgot to watch your children growing up, and still never found someone who could understand you.
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I’m twenty eight years old, and I am dying.
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SHE: I hate you, don't leave me. Let me drive you away so you will stay.
You ask about the worst of me, what I've told nobody and hidden just out of sight. I'd say it's hidden below the surface, but I wear it on my sleeve or just under it -- so you wil
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Silent, so unbearably silent of voices. The dark sea gave us our only song, a light and flapping drum roll of waves and the crackling break of foam on the sand. Traipsing through forgotten sand sculptures we made our way down the beach, everything black and unseen. It was…
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A wise man said, after being told of his impending death from a terminal illness, “I lived my life exactly the way I chose, and I intend on living my death the same way”. So I started some soul searching…how had I lived mine?
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He lies in bed for hours every night, thinking, until finally he falls asleep and finds himself sitting on a cracked wooden stool behind the curtain at somebody's club. Fender Strat slung at his waist. He stares ahead, face unmoving, chain-smoking Camels, waiting. Long…
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Pride, and fear of my own clumsiness were my enemy. I was paralyzed, and I misread the import it had for you. I believed everything we said, and took for granted that I could surprise you one day, and sweep you off your feet.
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I have galloped a brumby bare
beneath my thighs,
dust deep ingrain from his
up north beginning,
staining my conscience red.
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