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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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I was looking for hope, and received none.
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We drove through the night in that old green car, all the way from New Orleans. The road was your mother, your father was the sky. I tried to sleep in the back seat, only to be awakened as you swerved from side to side, planting firecrackers in tin mailboxes. You lit…
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From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.
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We don't know his name, or why he walks along our beach talking to the wind. They say his house fell into the ocean. Tipped over like Humpty Dumpty and tumbled down the cliff into the sea. We don't know why he walks along the shoreline and sings to the raging surf.…
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“You loved running.”
“I used to love many things.”
“You shouldn’t give up on what you love.” The woman blew on her hands to keep them warm.
The man said nothing. He pulled a water bottle from the inside of his jacket and took a sip.
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I love you, I said. A beautiful smile struggled through the pain. But I love you more.
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I kill because I can’t stop. I kill because I can.
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Then the tussling starts. I can see bits and pieces of it in the mirror: Shell in her car seat trying to reach across and slap her sister, Caz tight against the door frame with her hands up to protect herself.
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My mother looked up and began to laugh, it was a nervous tittering, but there was delight in her eyes at the crazy spectacle of our small black puppy eluding, probably taunting all these armed police.
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I suppose to someone unfamiliar with the writing process like Marlene, it looked as if a bomb had gone off in one of those new-age literary bars where people gather to read poetry and drink beer in an effort to introduce a little excitement into their liv
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He rose up from the ground, already feeling the headache left from the fall. He tasted blood. It was coming from his nose and lip.
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I had a temperature of 105 degrees. I lost all my hair.
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She was the clerk in the photography shop.
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I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all; including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul. Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune. Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon, Oliver growled…
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