Category: Fiction

Reuse, Recycle, Recover

Maybe he would drop the umbrella, walk away with long strides, and not even glance back at the girl with the ladybug canvas at her feet.

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Luv 4 a Night

We spent approximately 30 hours talking about everything from the nature of the universe to the limitations of the human mind. The usual stuff. We sat on the corner of a couch outside a library; the couch was blue. Nothing … Read More

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Vault

Did something happen again? she asks. She sounds concerned and I don’t want to make her concerned. Also I really don’t know how to answer her question.

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Best Picture

They screened Oscar pictures in the smallest, oldest theater with its carved wooden balcony, velvet curtains, a stage pockmarked by dancers’ feet.

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The Screaming Woman

Let me tell you a story. There was a storm on the day my great-grandmother died.

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Exeat

I want to revisit every city I have been, and take you along this time. Rewrite all the sights, all the memories.

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He Liked to Think He Was an Island

He often liked to think that he was an island, oceans away from the troglodytes of the continent…

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Don’t Let Your Friends Use Your iPhone

Even if their battery runs out and they really really need to check Snapchat.

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Monticello

The meadow was farther than Turner remembered. In the growing night he was also different than I remembered, also more distant, a little less defined.

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Oxygen Holocaust

Photosynthesis is a sexually transmitted disease.

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Nasstrology

Aries: The year will change like a woman in the dark like an angel inverting into the opposite of God and there are men who will not be able to help but break the skin of it with their feet, a metaphor an English major is already analyzing for a JP somewhere.

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The First Sentence

Returning to a moment before memory.

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