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A Cold Winter’s Night
She laid there, in quiet repose, as though I might wake her from her slumber. All the energies in the world could perform no such…

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She laid there, in quiet repose, as though I might wake her from her slumber. All the energies in the world could perform no such…
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I A mature, female spider needs to know how to make proper webs. But spider A was still struggling. First, she was reluctant to make…
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Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the opening night of Operap, the musical experiment. I am Coby Sunders, the producer of the show. I am also…
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I was in love with a mythical creature for the longest time. I didn’t meet her by the sea; she wasn’t washed ashore by a…
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The year after she left, my mother visited our house in San Diego only twice. The first time, she came with a U-haul truck and…
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It was the day before Christmas in Calcutta. It was 1997, and the city, like its name, still retained much of its old world charm….
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How sometimes, we are tied down by the Normal; we don’t want to realize all of our dreams. Here she was, compromising all her dreams…
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It was a late September evening when the sun came out after a 2 hour long shower. Cold water running through the streets drench my…
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Another loveless year is past. I am growing old now. Twenty six, at some impressionable age long ago seemed way too old for anymore fun…
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The phone rang. Papa was in his usual place in front of the telly, watching Call My Bluff, and muttering why Mummy wasn’t home yet….
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While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While…
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We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…
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Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…
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The thoughts of suicide cross my mind too often these days. In fact they began surfacing soon after your death, but I managed to thwart…
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There is a red pen in her hand. The lights are still on as Elizabeth opens her eyes. Enough light to read under. Her face…
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Professor George Wallace complained to everyone about teaching in the big lecture room in Gilman Hall. He wore a red cashmere scarf to class in…
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I don’t like photos because they literally turn people into posers. When someone wants to take a picture, everyone stops what they are doing and…
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The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband,…
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I suppose that it seems rather extraordinary that I have spent my entire life surrounded by stories but have never before been tempted to pen…
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They pulled Leona away from Ted’s open casket and accused her in loud angry whispers of laughing during her husband’s viewing. Leona’s cardigan was bunched…
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Sometimes, while grabbing coffee or during her lunch break, Kate would twist her wedding ring off and sit at a table by the door, watching…
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The phone rings like it always does and Kate answers it like she always does. She turns her freckled face in my direction and glances…
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First was the light. It grew from beneath the eave of the porch as the fluorescents flashed to life. She waved the moths away as…
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Aunt Gertrude had had no education—had been, due to the poverty and ignorance of her family, virtually a waif—but possessed noticeable innate intelligence. She kept…