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We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.

Hands that have waved farewell, sooner or later I will see them again.

Will you bless us, who are so in need of blessing? The world tires.

She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.

You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.

The mirror will flow and the heart will set like glass in the frame of his bones.

After days of torture in secret prisons, they were about to let him go.

It’s all good,” Mila says, meaning, it’s so not, her voice glass-like.

This is what he must have felt when she told him about her affair.

At straight-up noon, the honeymoon was ruined, one day in.

The Human Comedy: Four new six-word stories by Sherman Alexie.

These six-worders work in a strict three-act structure, like screenplays.

With no words to speak about our love, we’re each one more alone.

It’s all that I have left of “the old country,” as my mother calls it.

Gurov reflected, “it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make her acquaintance.”

My mother’s city and I were both named after an assassinated king.

Now, with new orders to carry out, he’d been restored to factory settings.

Clark and Robertson got a reset, and Tuyen would get a baby. But Mikey?

L’chaim. To lives both bygone and ongoing, and to the truths I choose to believe.

I think you might have turned into a novelist, if we’d been allowed to go on.

Thus is the way of leaves the secret ones that no one sees, not even me

Kids interfere with perfection. Wives interfere. Marriage interferes.

The house of our relationship is a fort. Blanket fort. Tree fort.

He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.

The sense of power that flights of temper evoke will betray you.

Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.

I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.

If, on your deathbed, you want to watch a movie, don’t let me pick.

Sometimes a you is a lover, but he is not my lover. He is looking at me.