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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Dad had given her the raincoat before.  It was green on the outside and had an army pattern on the inside.  He said it had been his, but now it was for Tracey.  Right now it was tied by the arms between two white pines and it was doing a bad job of keeping off the rain.  Trace...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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      A great amorphous flapping Goose-down glued on Cut-out paper angels blow Trumpets of yellow gold The doors are opening! The doors are opening! Onto another antechamber and another A kaleidoscope image unfolding Nothing in the middle But finally, the last door opens,...
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    Prologue in Heaven A great amorphous flapping Goose-down glued on Cut-out paper angels blow Trumpets of yellow gold The doors are opening! The doors are opening! Onto another antechamber and another A kaleidoscope image unfolding Nothing in the middle But finally, the last door open...
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    The machine—it makes you perfect. It squeezes you here, compresses you there. It fills you out and stretches you. Then once you have been squeezed, compressed, filled out, and stretched, you can fit through the Barbie-shaped doorway, the cookie-cutter entrance to a world of sugary delights with ...
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    The old woman had come here to die. The palm fronds and ferns, dark emerald and shining like hair with the sleek moisture that is an integral part of the rain forest, bent gracefully beneath the warm, powerful wind. Above her, the dark purple-gray sky pressing down upon the forest was veined with t...
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    This is how to fly. First, remember that it’s all a trick of the mind. You have to let your conscious slip down and to the right, until you can feel your thoughts floating off into the air around you, and it feels like a sort of tingly numbness, an almost pulling sensation. It feels like no wor...
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    All the clovers here have four leaves. They feel wonderfully green and fresh beneath my withered brown feet as I stand upon my rooftop and watch the white sun rise above my city. Far off in the misty distance a flock of 3-winged seagulls rise like rosy stars against the jagged skyline. The preci...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The Child named No One Watches from petal and leaf shadow Mouth gleaming like The pupil of a glass eye. Hungrily in the hydrangeas He watches the two swan Stitched together at the mouth Touching feathers and blooming wings In the clarity of the swimming pool. There is Murder, Guilt, Det...
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    Come, little dove, spread your wings, Protect my child from the whims of kings. Come, all saints, and spread your arms, Keep my child safe from harm. He doesn’t know that the glamour will fade With his best friend lying red in the rain. He doesn’t understand that to kill and die Is...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Hushhh” to quivering fingers. “Hussshh” to twisted hairs, Worried in circles, around and around, “Hussshh” to broken nerve endings, Be still my beating heart They will find you if you don’t “Hush”, the locked doors, “Hush”, the barred windows, “Hush”, the “We jus...
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    I nest in the soft warm pockets of the Mouth. I hide in the gentle envelope of the Skin. These sweet cherry Lips are lifeless. Fingers are dead too Albino Spiders— gave up trying to pull this Body long ago. the furry carpet Tongue greets me with a Squelch in the hall as I hang...
  • Poetry > Ballad
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    There is a place where houses grow in rows And the children sing and laugh like crows or cubistic mushrooms, all pastels Memorizing numbers in honeycomb cells. To the beat of a heart they go or stay Each baby vein ticks out a day They eat copper and plastic pies And they have never met the sk...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My limbs are made of milk marble stems dangling from golden harnesses within a bell-jar. My eyes are jewels. Each morning a maid comes in a black pinafore and apron to paint my lips with the blood of swans and fix roses in my ears, so I cannot hear their hunger. I am so precious that I c...
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    The leaves hang glossy Gray-green like they are ill. The branches writhe— Stop, stop they say. We cannot eat your poison Swallowing swill With tentacle fingers, roots You are making us sick. It is like we are small boys And you have tied us into Black reclining chairs for A medi...
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    I would give my breathe for you and your childish songs 80 and clumsy on piano Keys like smiling teeth Under your knobbly fingers I would give my lungs for your abrupt cruelty that you think makes you seem strong. I would give my eyes For your quavery kindness That you think makes yo...
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    If you catch me I am slippery as a black bar of soap but with teeth. You don't want to find me. I am the slime on the surface of the swamp I drizzle through your hands like lime-green icing You do not want me on your birthday cake You do not want me in your bed. I am the ashes ...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    This is truly a wild land I am lost in. The mist knits its milky web, strands coiled around fiddleheads and dew-dropping from ferns; sleeping in ethereal veils over moss and foxgloves, fawns and fairy children. My bare feet sink moist into the green earth and starry spider webs trail across my che...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Three leaves and green. Three leaves and green, with some white dots sprinkled here and there. Three leaves and green, with a long stem. Small with three leaves. Leaves of three and green with a yellow stripe. Three leaves. “Leaves of three, let it be”, hummed Mark under his breath, ti...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Let’s start small. Begin by taking a second Out of your busy busy life, and let a minute go by. Don’t worry If you start to get a little bored; this is natural. Try emptying your mind. Close your eyes and defy sound. For a minute, you were nothing. Now we can move on to larger ...
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    He thought that if he ran far enough he could leave me behind. Stupid man! Doesn’t he know that you cannot run from a feeling that clings to every individual strand of hair on your head, every bristle on your toothbrush. It lurks in the light that a foreign sun leaves on an empty bed....
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    There are few things more terrible than being lost in time. I know this because I am lost in my first word (daddy), in the feel of the soft air after the thaw, in the taste of sunny tomatoes. I am trapped in a blade of grass observed at lacrosse practice, (green with gray dots towards th...
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    Once a young knight left his home Seeking promised lands from dust-bound tomes To ride and bring back gold and shine For his bonny bride, for his bonny bride, So he left, and travelled far. On the lip of a lapping lilac sea He found a white shelled-boat with a listing lee So he sailed thr...
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    Floating in a sparse sea of air molecules’ Tangled coordinate connections, stray atoms Wink like stars caught in Spiderweb, like dew. Stratum upon stratum Of human exhalations, exclamations- The “Oh!” drifting up to mingle With “Goodbye” and the clouds Thin as layers in an o...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    The problem was the cats in the prison recreation hall. When Percy Jennings, newly assigned to C-block (which contained a petty brand of criminals generally scheduled for release in 3-5 years), first learned this fact, he actually scoffed. “We have 127 mutinous prisoners and you’re telli...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    It was August 5th, 1984, and the sky trembled with heat over Knott’s Berry Farm. It was hot and bright blue, and if Buck stared at it long enough, he could see strange blue-white shapes in it, twisting and squirming like hooked worms in time to the beat of blood in his temples. He lay on his bac...

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