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She hoped her voice would not come out too high, betraying her fright. Inspiration struck as she parted her lips to begin.
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Their tongues were dry, her milk was dry, and the last bit of water in the plastic jug was dry. She wondered if her monthly bleeding would arrive to help her measure the time. She urinated often at first, had lost count, but this had stopped, and there w
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The three-member security team moved with the caution of housecats approaching a sleeping dog.
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“Jesus Christ on a popsicle, man! The whole goddam world is watching us, wondering when we're gonna do something and here you are, just sitting on your ass waiting for...what? Goddam Godot?”
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A poison bouquet of Merlot and brown floor muck bloomed in Seth’s nose. It’s one thing to sniff a freshly decanted red and another thing to shower in it.
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i.More and more, for Megan LeMaster, each beginning was its own end. She couldn't bear to buy flowers or dresses that seemed too beautiful. Friendships formed, endured, gave out in a handshake. Each deed in life had an immediate, inescapable…
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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It was Warren who introduced me to this bouncer fellow named John O’Toole. Warren met O’Toole and his wife, Angelina, through the dark prison poet Eugene Forcer. Forcer and O’Toole were the best of friends until a riff erupted between them one drunken n
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Character & Fitness, the opening chapter to my novel, "Death of the Dying City."
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"I was alone on the driveway in the middle of the darkening woods."
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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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My grandfather rode with the Czar’s army. He was abducted from a village in Austria, trained to pillage and drink, plunder and rape, and ride the best horses that could be had. They were given the best vodka and the sharpest swords. They were all just boy
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one day one of the young barbers-in-training accidently snipped off the tip of a bum's ear. So they hurriedly scotch-taped the snipped-off ear part back onto the bleeding bum and then shouted at him to leave, get the heck out of there before they called t
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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My brothers, who helped support our poor mother, were Rudy and Emil, and there was a sister Blanche, who got married early on and ran off to Atlanta and never looked back at our dire situation. And Helen, who stayed in Chicago. And Silvia, who moved out
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