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A Convenient Funeral

A Convenient Funeral

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If you wanna be cool…more

Dolls for the End of the World

Dolls for the End of the World

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The warmth came and left, and, no sooner, it left and came. There was no way to guess what the world would become. At least it remained. Charred oak trees surrounded by misplaced puddles. Rivers as black as burnt cherries. Sputtering flames along the receding riverbanks. Days shorter and, still, longer. Patrick stood on themore

Comets

Comets

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Del, a struggling cabinetmaker, lucks into seven garbage bags of wild growing pot and sees it as a way to start his own shop.more

Friends In Low Places

Friends In Low Places

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The principal made Mike an ex-middle school English teacher earlier in the afternoon.more

The Time Lassie Let One of the Boys Die

The Time Lassie Let One of the Boys Die

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One afternoon, the summer before I started junior high, I left my younger brother to die frozen and alone in the English countryside. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course. The nature of this metaphor will become clear to you very soon. Not metaphorically, my younger brother and I rode our bikes to the local Aldi grocerymore

I See Him

I See Him

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Choice 1: He had the biggest cock she’d ever seen and he had no idea how to use it.
Choice 2: Wait, Brandy’s had an awning? Then why did we get stuck in the rain that night?? more

The Fairchild

The Fairchild

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The guys have always given me shit for being good with the ladies, nicknaming me Old Yeller because I’m a stray, which is the only thing they think I could have on them. They say I milk the orphan thing, get the honeys to feel sorry for me.
or
“Carnage, anyone?” asked Dina as she approached with the Fairchild’s remnants.
or your choicemore

Blood and Marinara Sauce

Blood and Marinara Sauce

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“Hey Sergeant Baker, you wanna hear a funny story?”more

The Redneck Sheiks of Bir Tawil

The Redneck Sheiks of Bir Tawil

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“When I began the final stage of my quest to take control of my holy soil, I did so from the opposite side of the world, here in my original, and yet again, homelandmore

James, Transcendent, Everyone Else, Stuck in the Mud

James, Transcendent, Everyone Else, Stuck in the Mud

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When Mary finds him, she’s going to punish him. He will inadvertently disarm her probably, she knows, imagining a headfirst hug at the bottom of the slide, a tangled pile, wheezing and wild with laughter. The smiling cherub laughs, anger wilts.more