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55fiction: Home
she opened her arms out and felt the openness envelop her. she sucked in the warm, salty air. she felt the breeze tangle her wild hair. she dug her toes deeper into the sand. she felt the spray lace...
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55fiction: Screwed
barren. like wanting a child and not having one. like craving to be something you’re not. like dying to fill a role thats expected of you, and failing miserably. empty. dead. vacant. doom lingers...
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55fiction: Sharing stuff
“cheating” ok so you say you need help. you have “stuff to do”. but so do i. yet, im willing to pitch in. we divide the assignment. neatly in half. or so i thought. not only was my “half” larger than...
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55fiction: Late
“smart alec” the anniversary was in 3 days. procrastination left him with just enough time. he began to wonder about the perfect present. jewelry? cookware? clothes? shoes? accessories? suddenly he had...
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55fiction: Misplaced
“comfortably numb” she groped around the darkness of the steam room, looking for her regular spot. two steps forward, turn right, five steps forward — there it was. but today it felt warm and fuzzy....
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55fiction: Irony
“in the lap of luxury” “im so pooped. iv been working all morning. i need a break.” “a break? from what?” “work, silly!” “what work??” “the usual..laundry, dusting, hoovering the carpets, mowing the...
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55fiction: Love bytes
“first love” “she’s so sexy”, he said, “with all the right curves, shes just so smooth. and i dont have to do much to get her going. just turn her on and she’s takes off like a beauty. iv never felt so...
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55fiction: Remember the day
The day has come. What normally takes six months to arrive, has taken me nearly 12. Mostly because I got screwed over. It comes with a letter. And a backpack, branded in corporate colors. After all the...
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55fiction: Fighter
And she emerged, stronger than before. Or at least that’s what she hopes. What doesn’t kill you, can only make you stronger, right? So we trudge along the same old path, once more. After all, when...
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55fiction: Badmouth
The words tumble out of my brain, slide over my tongue, and slip out from my mouth. Faster than I can think. Quicker than I can hold them back. Sometimes they’re substitutions, sometimes generic...
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55fiction: Back to school
To be outstanding, you’ve got to start at the very beginning and work your way up to excellence, he said. So, I’m going back to the basics. The foundations. Before my mighty castles in the air come...
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55fiction: The balancing act
The balance continues to choose sides. This way today, that way tomorrow. Changing equations weighing down. Duties piling on. The smaller things easily forgotten. Knocked off. When the week winds down,...
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55fiction: Wake up call
She drew the curtains and let the sunlight stream in. Bright and chirpy, was how she always welcomed the day. Next, she had to get him out of bed. Ignore his desperate pleas to sleep a while longer....
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55fiction: Maternal instincts
I see them waddle on the beach, frolicking in the waves, and I think I want one. I see them romping around, their mothers not far behind, and I think “Aww!” But what kills me most is the puppy-dog...
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55fiction: Maternal instincts, part deux
Today, I watched them in twos. Romping about without a care in the world. I noticed how one of them is always at the heels of the other. How they’re watching each others’ backs. And I realized they...
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As easy as pie
Slice up some squidgy pink figs. Dice a box of pulpy ripe strawberries. Toss with flour, honey and cinnamon. Line a tart tin with pastry. Pile it up with the lovely fruity goodness. Weave a lovely...
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55fiction: je ne sais quois
It’s heaving underneath a facade of normalcy. Growing to gargantuan proportions, I’m trying to hide. It threatens to trickle, like a leaky tap refusing to be shut tight. I lock it up inside, yet it...
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55fiction: Begin again
Panic, so you can begin to mend your fallen-apart world a little. Rush, so you can fix it while the pieces are still lying around. Cry, so you can wash away the doubt, the hurt and the worry. But not...
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55fiction: Anew
So it’s handed to me again, wrapped in crinkly paper, tied with twine. A brand new twelve months. Supposedly full of excitement, possibilities, renewed hope and energy, waiting to pop like a bottle of...
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55fiction: How do I tell you what I feel?
I could tell you about how my stomach does a backflip when you stealthily take me in your arms, completely by surprise. Or about the intangible: how I know exactly what you’re thinking even when you...
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