Posts Tagged as ‘the nevae’

Published on October th, 2010

Troy sat down with a bagel and a cup of coffee and took a bite out of the bagel.  It »

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Published on October th, 2010

At one o’clock I typed my employee number and took several deep breaths.  “Another eight hours of your life–no big »

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Published on October th, 2010

The TV was on some show that had been canceled but that didn’t really matter.  The beauty of this day »

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Published on September th, 2010

Some days I wake up with email responses to letters I had send to my friends and family the previous »

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Published on September th, 2010

In the far corner of town you’ll find a diner on the other side of the overpass called Lori’s.  It’s »

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Published on September th, 2010

The house was more inset from the street than any other house on the lot.  Jim would have missed it »

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Published on September th, 2010

what time was it you figured; he walked through the door.  “and all I can see,” he said.  spaces and »

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Published on September th, 2010

The glass shattered and the window rained down and collected on the green and beige tile floor. Dale sipped his »

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Published on September th, 2010

Don was fired from the warehouse.  I think it happened too fast for him to let it register.  Everyone was »

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Published on September nd, 2010

“Alright!  Which one of you butt-fucking monkeys want it first?”  They all turned and there was this old man standing »

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Published on August st, 2010

They wanted me here; why is this happening? He stood amidst a nightmare.  The audience was falling apart at the »

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Published on August th, 2010

The Chief of Police popped on his desk lamp and pulled out his chair. It was one of those great »

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Published on August th, 2010

The buildings burned and the flames slithered inside of black smoke.  It all danced as it formed thick tufts that »

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Published on August nd, 2010

The alarm again.  Another reminder you’re a slave to something. Steve rolls over and searches in the dark for his »

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Published on August st, 2010

standing at the curb, the man finishes his beer.  he places the empty beer can on the sidewalk.  he lifts his shirt to »

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Published on August th, 2010

The bar was called Knotts Hammer, but it should have been called Purgatory, what with the sense of indefinite staleness »

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Published on August th, 2010

“What’s that for?” Willard asked. “My wife,” said George.  “I’m going to kill my wife.” They stood there at the »

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Published on August th, 2010

This guy by the name of Bosco called me up.  I didn’t recognize the number but I answered anyway. “Hello?” »

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Published on August th, 2010

James walked the tired and tortured downtown streets remembering how he saw it this morning:  motionless and deserted.  No club »

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Published on August th, 2010

the quarts of beer sat nearby. they were all empty of course. four in all, glorious empty amber bottles. and »

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