Stories tagged short

at night, she comes

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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.

If I were dying

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The doctor told me: "You have 24 hours to live. no more, no less."

Having brunch with my friends

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I ordered biscuits and gravy at the Sunset Grill, Just before the Amber Alert

Carrying you

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I woke up to the humming of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,

The Tattered

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The snake-like veins began to pulsate angrily, and viciously about his body. Quickly he rose up about the girl. His heart was now pounding rapidly against his chest. Outstretched, were his wings, the width of the balcony, white and decrepit and old, yet s

Wet funeral

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I know now, how she moves without verbs after you crushed her into the river.

Sleeping late in Cahuita, Costa Rica

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The light of day is screaming, shook by the calls of howler monkeys, their low roar hanging in the salt, in the black sand riding the wind, as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.

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?

John Bonham

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There is an empty space, between every note in rock 'n' roll, where they have buried John Bonham,

#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,

Leaving like slow rain

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I used to dream about flying over the ocean in nothing but my shirt, now I dream about driving through fucking Kentucky.

The most tender thing

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Somehow, I have your body, but you’ve gone missing.

Moon collar

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I don't think dogs like to die with the pack. The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,

Church Construction (Leaps of Logic)

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Suddenly you've got something to do on Sundays - Wake up early and dress your best.