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Stories
Fiction
I used to be known for the humor of my music, the lightness of touch.
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She had boyfriends before she met him. Well, not really boyfriends.
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Her sly smile was a vicious remnant of her life before Real Life began.
Story of the Week
Keaton didn’t control his emotions; he put them to use.
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My head was muffled in velvet, my body exposed in an old slip.
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Pale dust clung to their skin like the lime he had thrown on the dead.
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Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.
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Upon his supine monstrous shape there was a colossal inertia.
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He got people on the conveyor belt that carried them up to heaven.
Fiction
For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.
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“Refuge,” Nina said, tilting her head back; it was a word she learned.
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She realises now that she has said nothing at all on this call.
Story of the Week
It’s difficult to be blessed by Madam Pele. She gives wonderful trouble.
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She offered her face up for what should be a brotherly kiss.
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Her previous existence seemed unreal, now, a faint rumor.
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She’d lifted the plot from a TV show she’d watched the night before.
Fiction
She looks in the mirror above the sink, and her image makes eye contact.
Story of the Week
He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.
Fiction
Stripped we are — no mark of wealth or rank upon us. We wear our skins.
Fiction
John-Michael kept his mouth open until saliva had pooled behind his teeth.
Fiction
Kenny Wade makes do with short-term schemes and part-time work.
Fiction
I hear Tchaikovsky when I close my eyes and pretend I’m flying.
Story of the Week
When one of the Baxters yelled, “Hey, Turd,” we all turned our heads.
Fiction
It was as if the stranger in the train carriage had taken out a knife.
Story of the Week
“I’ve already submitted the course grades,” Costa said warily.
