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Fiction
Fiction
I hear Tchaikovsky when I close my eyes and pretend I’m flying.
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I wander among my recollections of the world of letters in London.
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When one of the Baxters yelled, “Hey, Turd,” we all turned our heads.
Fiction
What does it take for a woman like you to decide to do something?
Fiction
It was as if the stranger in the train carriage had taken out a knife.
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“I’ve already submitted the course grades,” Costa said warily.
Fiction
The boys came down out of the woods and crossed toward the dock.
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Tomorrow I’ll be ratted out about the hunting, but I knew it’d be worth it.
Fiction
“Look in my eyes. Do I look like someone who has heard this story?”
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The wild-eyed horse was more a figure of nightmare than dream.
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Throwing the El Camino into drive, he roared down the mountain road.
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1908. The puppet’s name is Sambo. Oh what a friendly boy he looks to be!
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“She’s just a girl,” Sarah’s mother said. “A very, very young girl.”
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By the end of my trip to St. Thomas, I had discovered a reason to live.
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When we move together in the dark I can almost get to him but I turn back.
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Had he been a man, we could’ve saved his life right then and there.
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Her body too, a mystery in motion. But does she own her body?
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She alone knew how he could be swept up, tender interior laid bare.
Six-Word Stories
Six-word stories about the the perplexities of love and desire.
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The road is covered with lake water that reaches Gloria’s calves.
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If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.
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It never occurred to me that I was being sold too, standing inside my box.
Basil was annoyed. All that training he’d given me going to waste on art?
I’ve been selling cigarettes, I said, as if it were a credential.
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You put his hand around your throat but he keeps moving it away.
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I saw myself, and for the first time, I didn’t look away.
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It seemed that someone had died, but really it was part of us.
Fiction
It was to keep us impartial and to protect us from threats and bribes.
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Sarah let herself be guided by her desire, inescapable and true.