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There's a woman sitting next to me. I've been feeling alone and blind in this city so I decide to talk to her. “What are you reading?” I ask. I can see the title and author of her book very clearly. “Oh,” says her sharp face. She has red…
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The day I got out of prison the sun was shining.
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Stalin and sex. These S&S were taboo.
We knew nothing about.
Paradox... no-one can answer ... (190 words)
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I’m in the shower, head down, catching pools of water between my fingers and letting them fall to my toes. I’m calculating the distance and the water’s rate of decent. It’s hot. I think about wanting it cooler. And like that, it starts to cool dow
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She shakes her head, puts a finger to her lips and then grinds down on me and makes me forget. I close my eyes.
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His footing unsure and his clothes covered in vomit, he grabs the railing and stumbles up the three steps. He pulls off his shirt, finds a cleaner area on the puke-covered garment, wipes sweat off his forehead, dripping wet from the humid, stormy night, a
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‘Last week,’ I said, ‘on the radio, there was a competition. The DJ played a sound-bite of a car going over a cattle grid, and people had to phone in to guess which cattle grid it was. I didn’t phone in, but I knew the answer.’
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"I who?" Mrs Caterpillar slithered closer to the door, peeping through the peephole with her stemma. Upon visual inspection, she discovered that it was Mr Earthworm standing outside in the rain.
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He sat on the floor and said, "I found this letter W in the jungle. It's b-b-beautiful,"
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Not so long ago, in a place not too far from here, there lived a big boy with big glasses. His name was Horace (after his great-grandfather on his father’s mother’s side), and he loved to watch the stars.
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I carefully placed the knife back to its original position and, with poorly contained excitement, retrieved a palm from the fridge. It was slightly wrinkled, but it was just as fair as the rest of the pristine white in the fridge. It felt warm to my hands
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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In our first conversation, she tells me love is a dragon: she has come across it’s destruction, hears of it’s size, mythology, of it’s immorality. I sip my hot cocoa (God, I pray she thinks it is coffee)...
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“Are ya’ plannin’ on meetin' with a lover for lunch, Sheriff? Afraid she’ll notice you’re gaining weight? S’okay, ya’ know. She’ll be willing to overlook it, seein’ as how ya’ got a good government job an’ all.”
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From the moment they had decided to come until the present, each seated guest had been parading one faceless male possibility after another through her curious mind. Would he be strong? Handsome? Ugly? Crippled? The possibilities were endless...
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