Stories tagged prose

New Homes / New Fears

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How would you like to leave the land of your ancestors, the place of your birth, the home of your identity?

#HOWRU

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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.

For my Good Boy who has no idea

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Good Boy, when you first came home you were named after a shitty beer and that just seemed strange,

ALL THERE IS

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Kasper and I are smashing fluorescent light tubes on the ground behind the Dollar Tree, swinging them down like apes with clubs, the world itself our victim. We found the fluorescents sticking out from the store's dumpster, then a handful of large, industrial bulbs which we…

WHAT IS PAID FOR

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The lock came off easy—they only screwed a hinged hasp on the outside—it took a hard shove to get past a chair barricading the door. As I pushed my way in I heard a screeching crash. Lucky nobody was around. It was my first time bidding on a sheriff's sale…

Junctions / Decisions

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Next to you, the mother tightens her grip on her stroller. The young teenager tears her gaze from her mobile phone for an instant.

October Days

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The first days of October are ordinary in the way that milk just hours away from spoiling is ordinary milk. You can baptise your cornflakes with it, but part of you knows the whole thing is just shy of almost right.

Surprise!

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We were fleeing hurricane Katrina. We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner, but found a sign that said it was closed. We were so hungry. All of a sudden as we sat there in our car, the shop's owner knocked on the window and asked what he could g

Herd

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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.

Alone

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It's not loneliness I'm afraid of. It's how I would be happy to be alone too much.

Deep June Pool

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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

Three : Sixteen

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We are a city of overworked workers.

April Wheeler

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Where am I? The void between life and death. The light at the end is flickering, not as bright nor as strong as I’d hope it would be.

looking 'like that'

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I think you’re overwhelmed, but I think a lot of things about you and not all of them are fair.

Svalbard

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there is a vault in the mountains / that in itself contains infinite vaults