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The classic choice is between a Madonna or a Whore. But I say, there's a third choice. A Dominatrix.The Dominatrix will give you what you are most afraid to ask. Dunk your head in the water. Without fear or apologies. Without hesitation.…
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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Don't ignore me. You saw the man, you saw the woman, you saw their car. They have food wrappers on their dash and furniture in the back of their car. Observe, report, analyse. "Yes, that will be ATM."
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In the wake of a family tragedy, Nan, a pensive young woman from rural Vermont, moves to New York City for college. As she makes her way through her new urban life, with all its dangers and excitements, she is haunted by the home she left behind, remember
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I signed on with a large national restaurant chain to write descriptors for menus, and I was the very first to use the term "farm-fresh" to refer to eggs.
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My name is Tom Scarlatti and my kid brother, Billy, resents me. Of course, if you read magazines, you probably already know that. You probably don't think much of me, either. In fact, you probably think I'm a rotten no-good clod, since my brother Billy the famous…
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My novel-in-stories, NAN, is now available as an ebook for $6.99. Thanks to everyone who read the first 7 published stories here on Fictionaut.
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Go for the center of the forehead. Anything else, you risk survival.
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That man sits in the next room and continues laughing about his own writing.
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It was where the “Suits” worked. I didn’t want to go there, I didn’t want to be there, but in those days one did what one was supposed to do.
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Old because, perhaps when you were a child, it was known as a writing "correspondence" school.
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Tonight, Bukowski and I drink together.
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“It smells like turkey,” she said, rubbing her one good eye.
“No. I think it’s more like mutton,” I reply, tugging the lapels tight.
The steam rose from the corpse in ripples, the matted fur stiff, stuck together in places. Where it came from we had no
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