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He didn’t know how to tell his story. It wasn’t an easy story to tell. There certainly was a clear beginning, but it didn’t make much sense to start at the beginning. There was no way to end the story either; the ending seemed to last forever.
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The corpse lay silently in his open casket. Dressed in the finest silken suit. Italian. Rubber skin pulled over his bones. Arms folded in eternal prayer.
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I’m a suicide prevention counselor for teens. Most of the time I answer phones and tell kids not to kill themselves over their boyfriends and girlfriends and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll, etc. I’m not even sure what the number is—1-800-DONT-DIE or something li
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So, dear world, whose dearness I have never truly known, I bid you adieu.
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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Staring at her horribly disfigured face, I envied her.
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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About halfway through reading some book that was supposed to be some really deep shit, I decided to write my own book instead.
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He nuzzled the breasts with his face for a moment, his leathery skin and tangles of hair tickling her in the process.
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I found him dead underneath a sycamore tree. I knew it was a sycamore tree because of all the acorns surrounding the body.
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Two giant greasy hands were working those breasts hard, squeezing and tugging and pulling. She didn't holler.
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On a visit, Jesus sees bracelets with WWJD. What does that mean? he asks. What Would Jesus Do? they respond. I wouldn’t wear that, he says.
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Grady Quail wondered why God didn't just have another son
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Whenever Mommy was gone, Josh Forcett's father made him eat staples, often by the spoonful.
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