Stories tagged suffering

(3) Country House

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At one point he’d said: Don’t you have work to do? And she’d said: I’m doing it now.


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They should have shot me when I turned 80, a bullet right between my sunken eyes.


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We moved on past the events of quiet rage, subtle acts of suicide, less subtle acts of calm homicide as people imperceptibly became willing to do more heinous acts than they were yesterday.

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

The Ravages of War

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History has never been alive for my forward seeing eyes; I only looked towards the future. I never saw the machines of war, soldiers who marched upon the people, taking down their meager barricades. They took down…


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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

Swirling Nonsense Down the Drain, or How I Learned that All that Glitters Isn't Gold

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I was looking for hope, and received none.

We Smile at the Bad Things

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Evil encroaches on all sides. Wicked things with gaping maws and empty eyes Grunting, snarling beasts of hell's creation.


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I’ve been silent for a long time. All my life, actually. And it never occurred to me whether or not that was a bad thing.

The Solipsist Suffers

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I can confirm nothing/ but impressions of the world// that appear beyond my/ body’s reach.

"I cannot write anything"- Milosz

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I despair for the world, / Its hunger, violence, corruption, / things like this / I cannot write.

That Place Underneath the Spreading Ficus

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Who are not here.


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What purpose other than misery/ can cancer serve? And Parkinson's,/ AIDS, and STDs?