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Published on September st, 2009

Art nods and says, “There’s one.” The cross street passes as his eyes follow the blank street in an unknown »

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Published on September th, 2009

This guy tells me how he got poison oak on his dick and balls. Then he says, “Don’t ever develop »

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Published on September th, 2009

Kim paced in front of Gerald sitting on the couch. She spun toward the floor, swooping down to pick up »

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Published on September th, 2009

It’s late and I am very tired and the day went by fast but not too fast since all that »

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Published on August st, 2009

A man is sitting in one of those white plastic lawn chairs inside the Laundromat. He is nearly fifty, and »

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Published on August th, 2009

The sign read “Ring the bell for service with a smile!” Next to the text a glittery sticker of a »

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Published on July th, 2009

David sat on the toilet with the door open while he read. He was expecting company and didn’t want to »

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Published on July th, 2009

Empty glasses accompany empty champagne flutes. The paper plates all have the same floral pattern that match the curtains that »

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Published on July th, 2009

“Fucking bitches,” Bruce said. “Stupid, spoiled, bratty fucking whores.” Ted looked down at Bruce’s drink. He hadn’t touched it for »

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Published on July nd, 2009

They were all there.  They all knew him by the name William.  They came to watch him die. There was »

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Published on June th, 2009

Jeff rolled over in bed. The bright green light from his alarm clock met him dead in the face: 3:32. »

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Published on June th, 2009

As he stepped out of Link’s Bar the cold air hit him and Gabe could feel the tingle crawl up »

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Published on June st, 2009

He phoned her just after her class let out. “I won’t be able to pick you up,” he said. “What »

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Published on May th, 2009

They were all so eager to please, and as soon as he walked inside Sam knew he’d been to this »

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Published on May th, 2009

Outside the rain had started.  Every time the door opened the smell of sorrowful pleasure and wet pavement escorted each »

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Published on May th, 2009

“Every time I burp, I taste gasoline.”  I was seated next to Don as he drove us towards the edge »

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Published on April th, 2009

Marcus sat at the edge of the world on a Sunday morning having not slept all night and pulled the »

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Published on April th, 2009

“I’m Stu, Stu Hessler,” said the man–more like, exclaimed the man.  “I see nothing but rotten fruit and expiration dates! »

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