Stories tagged prose

Sappho

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Two Roman busts have come down to us, both copies of supposed earlier Greek originals, from the 4th. century BC.

Bad Boys

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Her name was Carrie. And yes, it was love at first sight. Yes, she was a client, and you were supposed to keep your hands off the clients. Everyone in real estate knew that. She came into my office and took a seat in the reception area. I had a listin

in caring

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familiar people passing closely faces we recognize but cannot place

Return to the Nudist Camp

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I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi

The Story

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So, here’s the story. It was a Sunday in late April. I had an appointment with a girl named Carrie to show her a few houses. When I first saw her sitting in the chair next to the receptionist's desk, we looked at each other, and I think we both knew ins

The Story

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So, here’s the story. It was a Sunday in late April. I had an appointment with a girl named Carrie to show her a few houses. When I first saw her sitting in the chair next to the receptionist's desk, we looked at each other, an

Short-Short Story. Very Short. Really, Very Short

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First off, I should tell you There were 1300 buttons Down the front of my shirt The end. See? I told you so

The Story

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So, here’s the story. It was a Sunday in late April. I had an appointment with a girl named Carrie to show her a few houses. When I first saw her sitting in the chair next to the receptionist's desk, we looked at each other, and I think we both knew ins

The Longing of the Broken-Hearted

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That summer we met I remember sitting on the screened-in front porch of my house on Illinois Ave. I had just come up from school at downstate Illinois. I remember eating a peach and listening to the sounds in my neighborhood, just listening. The roof of