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What Might Be Missing

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Written by: stephaniewillis
Category: Prose
Created: March 26, 2010, 4:22 pm
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        My heart was in a jar on the shelf above the bed. I could no longer remember when he took it but it still rattled its glass pericardium with slow thump-thumps. When we fucked the heart beat so hard it almost fell off the shelf. I didn’t like to think of what might happen if the glass broke.

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How to Build a Fence

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Written by: stephaniewillis
Category: Prose
Created: March 26, 2010, 4:20 pm
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HOW TO BUILD A FENCE

Stephanie Willis


From inside the motel room the storm hitting the roof sounded like we were trapped in a laundry mat with every washer going at

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The Oasis of Tranquility

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Written by: ThomasZoe
Category: Prose
Created: March 26, 2010, 1:36 pm
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Onward through the fog and beyond the “journey of the unknown” is the direction we must travel. This strategy was designed by our father; to spread the word of encouragement and to educate the lost souls of the journey to The Oasis of Tranquility.

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The Rape and Murder of Simon Peter

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Written by: ryanjeanes
Category: Prose
Created: March 25, 2010, 2:23 pm
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Her throat was tiny in my hands like bludgeoned butter and simple like a dirty song.  I know I'll pay the price for dry-toast fingernails gripping flesh the price for "Follow me to the brook simple Gaulish girl". And I'll pay the price for baked stones steaming under garbled moonlight for the gasps without end.  She trod for miles, I was told, to hear the Man speak, but I was all she found and I could not bear to tell her I was not He.

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Anger Is A Gift (Warning: Graphic Violence)

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Written by: askeplinger
Category: Prose
Created: March 21, 2010, 12:15 am
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I am a ghost of a man; a mere specter of the man I once was- quite literally. Around and around I roam feeling vicariously feeding from the emotions of others. If only I could feel for myself I would not have to haunt the halls of the living, watching as the flame of Life burns itself out again and again.

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