Short Fiction
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Streamlined skull idling in the reed grassAmong the jumped fleet footed bones poisewhite ribcage releasing the coattails of winterheart pounding, feet pounding eating up earth and asphaltnothing can hold me downno one can catch me againgulping mouthfuls of warm moist air Calm wicks off my skinChunks of me careen away as I pick upSpeed trickles
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I wanted to drop the baby weight. I sipped my darjeeling and passed the small pound cakes to Mags. She reached out a delicate porcelain hand. “Pass it around you skinny bitch,” I said. Mags suck out her tongue. “It’s not my fault you’re a breeder.” Cramming a whole cake in her mouth, Mags batted
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Warmed by the early sun yet still damp from the dew, the earth sigher with every step the boy took. Muncie had been walking for hours and he knew the scouts would be looking for him soon. The woods were new to him but he walked with ease. Arm stretch outwards phone in hand Muncie
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“So ma’am did the vehicle in question come with or without onions,” Ofc. Joseph Lupo asked. He rubbed his chin to hide his smile.Andie Shepherd tossed her oily rag at Joey and turned to walk away. “Ma’am was sauerkraut involved because we may have to bring in interpol.” His serious tone simmered before boil over
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It was the gathering time. In ThisPlace, there was a time for everything. Times to eat, times to work, times to sleep, and now was the time to gather and share information. They all adhered to the schedule because planning is life. To keep their island going each person had to do their share, each
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From the cappuccino machine to the wheezy copier to the big warm window sill, this office is my range. After second nap, I thought this would be a typical five nap day but then I caught the sour whiff of anxiety. Stretching from the sunny patch on the conference table, I leapt to investigate. I
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