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and you are finally realizing – having confirmed—that I felt superior to you. Ha! You say (chortle, snort,, huff – amateurs love those words but…
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A great keening echoed over the rolling downs. It was a piercing, gut wrenching sound. A haunting melody accompanied it, rising from pipe and fiddle.…
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She knew it was the beginning of the end, that first time she had to work so hard to reach organism that the achievement was…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
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Garlic pops through the Earth even in the middle of winter. Steve was my "garlic guru". HE grew garlic, that was his main occupation. He…
A gaunt figure sat hunched in the saddle of his equally gaunt horse. Their shadow stretched to one side, a gigantic caricature highlighting every rib…
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My title is the nickname for the 9th season of the popular TV show “Dallas.” That’s because Bobby Ewing—younger brother of J.R., the lead villain…
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Was playing the bassoon a phallic experience for me? That long mahogany instrument, like a sleek graceful log—actually it was a long tube, doubled over--and…
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Garlic pops through the Earth even in the middle of winter. Steve was my "garlic guru". HE grew garlic, that was his main occupation. He…
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A gaunt figure sat hunched in the saddle of his equally gaunt horse. Their shadow stretched to one side, a gigantic caricature highlighting every rib…
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What isn't a sign this morning? Though there was no rain since yesterday's early morning, the ground was damp and the blades of grass glistened…
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I have feared the traps of my own design since the beginning. Or at least since the beginning that I recall at this quarter to…
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I don’t know whether I’d call it lucky or not, but I have been endowed with a sense of the frangible, temporary quality of life…
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Nemesis Rassov’s life felt like a dream: a dream of dancing bullets, and elegant bloodletting, resulting in useful beauty; a dream in which she was…
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Agatha looked in the mirror it was not the face of a child. It was not the face of the girl who crossed the ocean…
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“From you I wanted more than I ever asked.” He stared at her, eyes unflinching for almost the count of thirty, letting those words sink…
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Mack stood in the repair bay, staring at what used to be his ship. Whole chunks were missing. Chunks that, an hour ago, he would…
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is the easiest and hardest simply because your face is with you forever and if you happen to be a woman this face will be…
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