| Lie.
| | You donâ??t lie awake at night wanting to be anywhere but here, anywhere but next to this man. It must have been the moon that woke you; itâ??s too bright. The curtains never keep it out. You took a... | | Words: | 1177 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Nightlight
| | Child of mine laying... | | Words: | 42 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| McHenry and Meredith
| | On his first trip to the city heâ??d meant business. Through the small, smeared glass window of the plane, McHenry had watched Mount St. Helen loom through the clouds like Olympus; pressing his face... | | Words: | 795 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Life is a Bird
| | â??Wait! You leave your coke behind!â?? the woman yells from behind the counter, at the customer jumping into his car outside on the street. Late evening light disperses inside the shop, the glare of... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 02-08-07 |
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| Kate Chopin's 'The Awakening' (1899)
| | 'There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here at least we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeitâ?? - Ralph... | | Words: | 1141 | | Comments: | 0 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Valentine for Ruth
| | Ribbons of songs came streaming through the half-opened window caught up in a breeze that carried them off to another place, rippling and dancing as they flew. Inside the room random acts of kindness... | | Words: | 347 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Victoria Lines
| | Eyes closed, body railing -... | | Words: | 46 | | Comments: | 3 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Breaking
| | It began with the acknowledgement they were wrong. That all assumptions made and judgements called were flawed and skewed. While these new facts began to form, she made an attempt to speak. Someone... | | Words: | 504 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Public |
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| Painting Lesson
| | He coloured the present with the past,... | | Words: | 98 | | Comments: | 19 | | Status: | Public |
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| 'Small Voices, Big Confessions' by Edit Red Publishing
| | â??I reflect on the interconnectivity of thingsâ?¦The whole damned world weaving words that suck us into some other place, a place that exists as a multitude of places collapsed into one singularity. All... | | Words: | 663 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| Captain and Maria
| | Barbara had just faked her one-hundred-and-ninety-sixth orgasm. Not consecutively, youâ??ll understand. A biological impossibility surely? She noted the new figure as the sweeps of artex metamorphosed... | | Words: | 1929 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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