Stories tagged suicide

A Love Story

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The woman abruptly closed her legs.

Instructions for Opening a Document Found in a Black Cabinet

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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.

I Will Not Be That Woman

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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …

Fine, she said

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A rope is cleaner, he explains with a straight face. He's calmed by the visual.

Open Wound Talking

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My body a ghost

Unlucky Star

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“I don’t want you to, not even for one minute,” she continued, tone empowered, “Blame yourself. If anything, you’re the only one who has ever given a damn…” she thought more, then added, “…besides Jeremy.”

Blues For Atticus Lish

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when he seeks to check, in the dark, maddeningly precise, erudite, and won’t fold until he writes another Pulitzer Prize winner

It happened

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She became a murderer in all the stages of her life she could not seem to succeed

Deep June Pool

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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

Deep June Pool

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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.

April Wheeler

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Where am I? The void between life and death. The light at the end is flickering, not as bright nor as strong as I’d hope it would be.

The Four Despairs of Lumpy

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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs

Beauty Fell Through the Roof

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Yet tenderness resided here among the canvases, the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax; the splatters of discarded ideas. We made love the way people said prayers