Stories tagged sand

It's October, 1956.

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It's October, 1956 and my mother is told her sister has died. Were they sure? She had just seen her sitting in her science class that very morning, probably taking notes on emulsion and dispersion, twirling her pencil in the air as if mixing a Gimlet...

Dock

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...cause these oysters were the most famous oysters in the world but no more now, that was years before, in our grandfathers' tuxedo times...

Same Old Song and Dance

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You want to get laid talking socks

York

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these small hearts these late nights we crunch sand they fly kites

On a Count of the Stars

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The number is very large/ and perpetually changes// as old stars fade, explode,/ or collapse into something not stars

A Tiny Love Story, Told in Triplicate

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I think we were supposed to run away with each other long before this. There was that night on the motorcycle, the loud buzzing engine that cracked through the air heavy with rain threat, as we took the backroads and their curves too fast in a rush to get

Freeing Annabel Lee

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It drifted into the sea, I say, when you ask me about home. You’ve only known me for a few moments, so you’re not sure how to gauge me. You laugh, and make an Annabel Lee reference. The English teach in me wants to hug you. The New Jersey in me wants

Marks in the Sand (Poetry-Rhythm)

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I am only ever What you seem to be Without the leverage Of sweet reality

Settling

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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

I Would Show You

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I wish I could paint. I would show you high clays walls, bleached and blasted faces once a rich yellow but muted now by the years, standing silent in the night underneath dream-form shadows floating across the azure sea that stretches overhead. Cracks like junkies…

Killzone Excerpt: The Island (Day 183)

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He was already up before the sun could cast the usual large, black blanket over the island’s tropical trees and paint pictures within its jungle. By now, the helicopters were already in landing position. Bullets and plasma shots were being sent back and f

The Difference Between Stone and Sand (Prologue excerpt)

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Twice a day, at high tide, the ocean goes down on the cliffside.