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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    My neighbor's dog dragged itself under our porch I watched him curl up and shutter his eyes like old film He dug himself into the raw earth and weeds as insects crawled over his patched fur He flopped his ears and sagged beneath pine needles At school my brother left blood in the bathroom ...
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    Lucia tells me that she's going to go away for a while she's got purple-white bright galaxies painted on her nails and curly hair when Lucia talks her white rabbit lashes flicker she's got ripped shirts and frayed tights she says a night away would mean so much to her if only she...
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    I couldn't go home alone again with lingering angel dust visions and frightening static tones of loneliness so I stopped at your bloodhound house in the middle of the woods in the middle of the wet night you were asleep on the couch and the TV was on but the lights were off I saw needles...
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    sometimes you haunt me when I am drunk with too little sleep – lost again in heaven somewhere on earth. those nights are vexed with flashes of crashing teeth, tangy, cigarette-polluted breath, and the thrum of your bluebird veins as you swallowed colorful narcotics by fistfuls. ...
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    he fumbles for her pills and knocks them all over the floor reaching to pick them up he can't find where his fingers have fallen off across the floor all over the floor like marbles in every different direction or rabbits scattering from barking hounds while nightmusic is pounding in ...
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    I cut my legs By winter wrath and goodness-nobody notices the gashes! And if they do, I tell them the dog did it? I want them to Know (they must smell wounds like blood hounds) But I'm scared to say I'm a hollow tree pouring MDMA down her throat Sometimes I sleep for many years...
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    What does Valium do? How can I get pure opium? Like the Hindus smoke, Why do I always want to Die or punch my face in and shatter my skin with glass paper-cuts Why did I wake up in my own puke on Christmas night-shimmering disgust; somewhere in a haze of my heart thudding slowly, unsure, and d...
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    His home had always been the dust swirling out on the wilderness or hawk talons glinting in the sky. The first thing he could remember was the blinding sun in his eyes and the burns on his bare feet. But he was never really alone because at night when he sat up on the canyon, picking apart a dead ...
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    Tentatively, she opened the door. Her big, boxer dog nipped at my baggy sweat pants, smelling my legs and slobbering on the stoop. Neighbors across the street walked by, staring mercilessly at the darkened house shrouded by pines. Everyone knew. Above this home hovered a cloud of emanate death. F...
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    A buttercup reminds me of your hair, soft, and yellow as a guinea. Your eyes, so lively; chartreuse and brilliant. Ivory skin, like cream. Beautiful, Joanna. Joanna, Joanna, it was mid-afternoon but we were going to have blueberry pancakes. ‘They’re good for your eyes,’ you said. But there ...
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    Dearest Mummy and Daddy, I’m writing to say I’m quite alright really, nothing too serious. I’m currently being treated for heat stroke, dehydration, and other such ailments. I’m sure you heard of the accident over the Atlantic. Yes, the Atlantic Ocean. I know I haven’t been too k...
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    The Wineville Chicken Coop Murders are one of the most notorious crimes in California state history. It is a story of deceit and horror and above all- corruption of one of the most unjust tyrannies in the United States- the Los Angeles Police Department. The drama and secrets involved are still be...
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    Christiane Lee was a big eleven -year -old, standing almost six feet tall, same as my mother’s prize horse. Her pig nose framed her football sized head, paired with small, cauliflower-like ears. She had hair on her knuckles and mean, beady eyes, her mouth permanently set in an ugly snarl. When sh...
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    To The Stranger Who Rides The Morning Train He is beautiful. I wish I could thread my fingers through his sun-kissed hair, as he stares at me with those eyes like polished sapphires. His mouth could melt glaciers, shaped like a red heart, pulsing with every word that escapes his lovely lips. ...
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    In the mirror, I could stare forever at my pretty face. Now I can see when the bruises fade away, I know when they turn yellow they are ugliest, as if I have a disease. I know when my fingers creak like rusty door hinges, and brittle skin flutters like torn shreds of newspaper. I feel it when a pe...
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    I remember that summer, tucked away in the woods. Sitting on the tree stump, perched on a rock, wading in the creek. Singing was my favorite. I had my shaky camera. I used to be the talent. But I only just smiled in front of the lens. Loneliness was my only friend. I had saved up for months. I wan...
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    I am outside the principal’s office. My heart beats fast like a frightened rabbit’s, my palms are sweaty. I think about how strong my Father’s heartbeat is; hammer against cloth, ruthless and tough just like his calloused hands even when he- no, I mustn’t say it. Why am I here? What am I d...
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    From the time I was walking, I was writing. Of course it may have been scribbles, undecipherable loops and swirls, but it was a start. I would sit for hours at my little, white desk, complete with colored- pencil marks and chipped paint. I would compose stories; try my hand at drawing, which I neve...
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    Dearest Katu- My name is Pipaluk, I’m eighteen years old. I live in Ilulissat, Greenland. And I am dying. Before I tell you why or how, I want you to know me, beyond my skills in hunting and cooking and past our surface encounters. I want you to imagine my life, feel it in your palms and knead...
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    I once had a glass ball, with a little purple- scaled gummy fish that swam around inside. My sister would always ask me, “Brother, ain’t it too tiny? That fishy can’t swim very far, ain’t that fishy lonely in there too?” “It doesn’t have to swim,” I’d say back, “it’s not re...
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    “It’s this dust,” he says to his Grandmother, “it comes and goes. When it’s here, I hide. I stay down, count my fingers and count my toes over and over until it’s safe again.” His Grandmother has Alzheimer’s, and cannot remember much beyond his mother and brother’s name and litt...
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    She’ll sit in your room on the floor, your jewelry box in her hands. She’s too young to have her ears pierced, so she’ll just hold your earrings up to herself, admiring the way they glitter in the early morning light. Your necklace she’ll try on, but she can’t seem to secure the clasp, so ...
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    the sky is blue and i can’t find you to tell you that the clouds are covering up the sun i tried to call you but i can’t remember your phone number or if you even have a phone i wanted to tell you that my head feels like oatmeal that’s been sitting out too long and i also maybe wanted to add...
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    In the circus, behind the stilted women, he first saw the back of her head and the purple train of her dress. And she could feel his stare upon her, but somehow she couldn’t return his, because he was the first and only boy she had ever been intimidated by. His eyes were too truthful, his gaze s...
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    Sunday morning, I get up and walk over to your old house. You know the one with the huge, leering Oak tree and ancient rope swing? The one your brother fell off and busted his tail bone? Yeah, I wanted to try it out again, but since you weren’t there I was too scared to go very high. Instead, I sa...

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