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Time stole you from underneath the goldendock. Writhing there, slick as a flapping tongue;lips gored, red, whose gaping could embolden weak hands behind the blazing buck blade, long ago pierced in your summer quietus, beneath the soft shade of a tackle box, as the…
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Each day over there didn’t transpire without taking a small piece of him with it. Every day, another chunk of his soul. He could feel himself being hollowed out, bit by bit, eaten alive by this ugly war's silent termites.
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Some folks say your hands can tell the story of your life. Well, my hands cain't talk, but they've made so many pies, I bet they could do it themselves if you cut 'em off and gave 'em the right ingredients, I sure do.
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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Why did he seek punishment, if he felt no guilt? Why this empty conscious, though he had done such evil?
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Benjamin stands beside his bed and unpacks his few things – wire cutters, knife, tape, line, two blocks of C-4, wallet, brush, and a small stuffed animal – a monkey.
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felt as if someone had pulled me in by the belt, or grabbed me by a knot in the hair, and kissed me with fire-engine lips. I was happy. I was in love.
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Imagine you are a goddess in a field of war. You look into the haunted eyes of someone dying, a young man, a beautiful man, dark hair, dark eyes, red blood, vast pain. And his soul begins to sing to you his ache before his vision is eclipsed. “They were…
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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Wonderful When his mother was a little girl, her father would braid her hair until it was exactly right. When she asked him how it looked, he always said,…
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Killzone patrolled alone that cold, winter night. His thoughts revolving around her. Walking as if he was chasing her shadow. Eventually, he came across a transit station. He then realized he had no ride, and was very tired from walking. Only option was to take the…
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He lay in his bed at night, looking at the four walls and roof shielding him from the monstrous world beyond them. Thinking, like usual. You could even call it a routine. First, he begins to think about the people around him. His men. His soldiers are really the only…
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"To feed the wrong fire, is to burn the house in the wrong forest."
-Shan Shaikh
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He charged into the house with great might, swinging the door open so hard the nails on the hinges were pulled right off.
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"Hey, how long we staying in this death yard man? I'm getting the creeps just looking at these graves."
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