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Gravity's Pull
Gravity’s Pull Alone, she pushed herself up the escalating path through the colony of birch. As she would pass each tree she swore that she saw eyes gazing back at ...
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Gravity's Pull
Gravity’s Pull Alone, she pushed herself up the escalating path through the colony of birch. As she would pass each tree she swore that she saw eyes gazing back at ...
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The Road Taken
The Road Taken The hitchhiker was barely a mile outside of Moorcroft, Wyoming when the man in the silver 93’ Honda pulled up. As it stopped on the side of ...
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Mom?
“Mom? Are you there?”“I miss you, why won’t you come home? The house isn’t the same without you. Dad’s different too, he doesn’t really talk much and he doesn’t like ...
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Snowfall
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Hard To Breathe
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Hard To Breathe
[entered in a contest]
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so, it's true
So, it’s true? says Jade. Yea, dad, it’s true, says Jay. And you just figured it out this last year? It took a while.
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The Bus and Feeling Bad
The Bus The bus rolls, shaking a little. What if it shook more? If it convulsed, rabid. I'm not sure what I would do, but the man beside me, large ...
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Their Cigarettes Burn
The two boy-men were sitting on the porch. The sun was dying, falling, shadows growing like a contagion. The boy-man on the right was rolling a cigarette. Pinching, rolling, ...
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Drinking the Day
They drank their days away, till they fell out of their mouths the next morning. The pain in their throats and the thumping in their heads only as temporary as ...
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Cigarettes, Change
It was past midnight and he was in downtown San Jose. He was walking down the city street, passing bar after bar and all those who ...
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That Mountain Highway
I’d just clicked the cruise control button at fifty-five when they started yelling. Sitting in the front, my sister and I exchanged glances. It hadn’t happened so close for a ...
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Cherries, Cigarettes, Change
When she sat down across from him, he watched how her blue-sky dress wrinkled and twisted, but he never saw the finger that she was missing. He sat with a ...
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That Perfect Rock
We loved to throw rocks. Anything was a target when we were seven. Stop signs, trees, rocks. It was all there for us. We were experts in the business of ...
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Poor Atlas
It’s raining outside and every drop can be seen in the pumpkin-orange streetlights. He’s on the bed with the girl. He has his arms around her, but he isn’t looking ...
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Confused and Knocking
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Burn
Glisten snake, His word never felt grace like your original candy.
