He woke to golden beams streaming in from the half-closed blinds, the soft morning sun alighting carefully on his face and across his closed eyelids.…
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Sidney Kugelmass was not a man of words, but a man of action. His actions, however, were not preceded by rational thought. From the moment…
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Perhaps you met someone deep within, passed one during a solitary march through the depths of that forest, surrounded by the darkness even in the light. A nymph, drawn to the light of your eyes – in your careful blinks, you’d send morse-code messages to whomever could understand. She would listen, hold your head in her pale lap, her white dress of lightest silk.
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She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. It was built with three cracking wood beams and mounted on a step of concrete blocks. The prayers hissed out as she clung to each of their words, relying on their power to change the fate of what lay beyond the rosewood barricade.
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When I was 12 I walked into my living room at the exact moment my sister stepped off a chair. The rope snapped up around her chin like headgear. She broke three of her teeth when her jaw hit the edge of my mother’s antique trunk.
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By Bart Comegys Charlie tried explaining, but the infant weight on his shoulders and the tiny sneakers beating rhythmically against his chest mixed things up.…
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By Dylan Emmons Just a Monday night, but the Sideline Bar and Grill was lively. Not jumping by any means—half the tables were empty and…
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By Amelia Blevins “No, you lift from the bottom and I’ll pull it up.” “Wait, what if we lay it down on its side and…