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the drowning man {a new short, in progress}
1. There you go again, running reckless into the ocean. Body all slick with baby oil, hair pulled back tight. Your skin was fragile; the color of parchment, but you never feared the sun. You didn’t...
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remember when I set your hair on fire? {complete rough draft}
Remember that strange story I started yesterday? Well, I finished a draft of it this morning. I guess this is what happens when you sit in front of an ocean during a storm, unsupervised. This is what...
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short short: the man and the rice girl
Photo Credit: Death to the Stock Photo I held her. Both arms. And asked her to stop. She shrugged me off and told me to where to go. Then she fell. Knocked her head against the table. I heard her neck...
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new fiction*: this is our playground
Nobody told Marlon that he would grow up hustling rock. He was thirty years old when he died, but he had the face of a boy fresh out of the crib leaping onto the playground. Kicking sand out of...
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and now you can go (new fiction)
Leave me alone. Let me have my wine and my poison and let me be done with it. You tantrum your way through a screen to let me know you can see the stains on my mouth, the amber liquid in my glass —...
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new fiction: dark matter
Photo Credit: Unsplash People ask me how I am and say, oh, you know. Dying slowly. I wake and fall asleep to this tedium and the only thing that’s changed in the past twenty years is the fact that...
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I am a country of wants
Credit 1. When I am nine (or maybe ten), a teacher in my school is reprimanded for showing Nazi camp films. If you ask me now, I can’t recall if she showed them to the entire class or only to me, but...
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