Fiction
Fiction
If a friend’s family is persecuted, call Sinn Fein on that number.
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She has wings of rouge on her cheekbones, her beak blood red.
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He left the Meijer in the dark of the April evening and drove to the Embassy.
Story of the Week
When his father was out cold he tied him up, roping his arms to his sides.
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At first my dad was optimistic that he could be a one-armed farmer.
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In three years he had made her forget that blindness meant not seeing.
Fiction
With a couple, there must be one who outlives the other: the survivor.
Fiction
He sees the slight swelling of her breasts in the open collar of her blouse.
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Maybe she was a stereotype now: a single woman with a cat.
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“You are a strange one,” she says. “Do you want to see my new tattoo?”
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Apparently this was something he had to tell her with his clothes on.
Fiction
It’s hard to say why Marlee wears the bridesmaid’s dress to work today.
Fiction
The night was clear, a fat kingfish moon in the sky with stars.
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Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.
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The bank had stated that emphatically. They had to sell and sell now.
It was as if Hank had aged twice as fast, and he couldn’t stand that truth.
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Your bookself will appear to find you trivial, its nose deep in some tome.
Fiction
Nobody knows where I am, Ned thought. No one in the whole world.
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She says, It’s so difficult to find a good guy. My lips form a half smile.
Fiction
Strangely, this may have been the first time I really saw anyone’s face.
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Here’s a first, he said, some nutbag wants to dig the grave himself.
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I opened my pocketknife, grabbed his hair in a fistful, and cut.
