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Charlie collected teeth from dead children and sucked on them and wore them in his mouth and smiled at parents across the street. He came into my house and ...

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The man pulls in, parks, and takes the paper out from his bag again. A shiny hyperbolized character born of corporate imagination, all the eerier in its goal ...

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Manx stared at the wall. The pictures of people and places and some things covered it like wallpaper. The pictures looked vaguely familiar but he wasn’t sure ...

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I placed my suitcase by the door and draped my jacket over the solitary chair. Wallpaper peeled at the edges, exposing cracks in the plaster and ironic ...

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The other children, who were sired by the tailor, McMullen, were the nieces and nephews of the banker, McNeal. Their neighbor’s daughter, Sally Dunlop, worked ...

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The pitcher nodded at his catcher’s signal, glanced at the wisp of smoke that was the leadoff batter, and went into his windup. The ball hurtled straight at ...

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It’s been ten days. No desperate craving, no headaches, no obvious depression. Carole asked me earlier why I’d quit smoking. General health considerations, ...

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A Washington D.C. Rationalist Think Tank was on holiday at the undisclosed beach that day. Three employees saw it break the surface. Tammy saw a deck of ...

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Striding out with the dog by her side in the late afternoon was where Clare wanted to be. She and Mike had always loved this part of the country. In the summer ...

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Surrounded by the foliage of fall, Charlie and Sarah sat on the only bench in the park still made of wood, the only one that still creaked and cracked when ...

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*Winner of the SSL Writer’s Forum – Micro Fiction Writing Prompt* The long walk through the park was serene. Coming upon the beach at the bay was even ...

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I’m in the top bunk because I’m the oldest and a boy. My sister sleeps in the bottom bunk because she’s a girl and a year younger than me. I’ve got a stone ...

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