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Boyshell, Dawn Whited
Perfect, Eric Evans
Perfect, Eric Evans
The Angle
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"Christ, those eyes. Those big, soft, amazing brown eyes. They just beg to be stared into. And those small yet full lips - they're so inviting. To watch them mouth my name would be ... ethereal. And the shoulder-length brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail and styled in a way that both timeless and contemporary, its timelessness being the reason for its fashionable style. What makes all these features the better is the fact none of them are highlighted or hidden by make-up. Her beauty is natural. In …
Circle, Jennifer Kircher
Hidden Treasure, Tom Stockley
Hidden Treasure, Tom Stockley
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"They've started again. Their yelling gets louder and her mother throws a vase at the wall. It explodes with a shattering crash. Her father has come home from O'Leary's, reeking of whiskey and stale cigarette smoke, and her mother has spent her time awaiting his return with more than a few gin and tonics. As they begin to scream accusations and threats back and forth, she retreats into the linen closet once again. It's quiet in the linen closet. It's double the size of any other closet in their …
Lost Youth, Heather Lobban
Downtown, Megan M. Cavanagh
Wishful Thinking, Sarah Ballinger
The Meeting Of The Hands, Cheri Crist
The Meeting Of The Hands, Cheri Crist
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"It had been hot and dreary in the mountains the previous few days, but on this particular day, the humidity seemed intent on dragging down all which existed. The traveller, drops of sweat falling from the ridge of his brow, gazed skyward, hand shielding his eyes from the flickers of sunlight peeking through the relenting clouds. It had been days since his last meal; he had been sustaining himself with berries and the odd unfortunate jack rabbit which hopped across his path. To look at this man one would …
The Blood That Bleeds From My Souls, Thomas J. Seitzinger Jr.
The Blood That Bleeds From My Souls, Thomas J. Seitzinger Jr.
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I Think I Know You, Heather Lobban
American South, Sadia Robinson
American South, Sadia Robinson
The Angle
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"I's been livin' wid dem 'ere Grierson since l's wuz a chile. I can't 'member my family. I spent my ole days takin' care a de las' Grierson, Miss Emily Grierson. She was beautiful, wid her long curly black hair 'gainst her skinny white body."
Veol-Et-Vie, Andrew Greene
Helpless Suspension, M. P. Christopher
Memo, Eric Evans
Memo, Eric Evans
The Angle
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"Effective immediately, I am resigning as your Almighty Father."
Perched Upon A Mossy Rock, The Minstrel Sang His Song To The Sea, Jerome M. Snyder
Perched Upon A Mossy Rock, The Minstrel Sang His Song To The Sea, Jerome M. Snyder
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"There is an ancient man who resided on top of an ancient stone. Both had foreseen and survived that terrible day and the months of night that had followed. And together, they towered over the vast ocean. He used the damp black moss as his pillow and he let starlight be his night lamp as he fed on the ocean mist."
Curved Wedge 3, Dawn Whited
Endings, Mindy Hardwick
Endings, Mindy Hardwick
The Angle
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"The night we met, it rained. A gentle summer rain as the lights from the yacht club twinkled in the distance. The masts chimed in the wind. We sat on the bow of the boat as you moved closer to me until our lips met. A sweet kiss as the world changed around me."
Fear, Jason G. Lee
Fear, Jason G. Lee
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"Its pungent stench rips at the insides of my nostrils as I enter the chamber. Suddenly, it is aware of my presence and falls into a dormant state of stillness, as if to camouflage itself from me. Yet, I know it's there, and it knows too. It is the essence of evil, and it is anything but stupid."
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