Category: Fiction
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Allison Grundy stood in her front yard behind the safety of a white-picket fence and a grouchy demeanor. She had binoculars set against her sour face and she was watching the chorus of children playing out in the street and the neighboring yards. The song of stimulating play played up…
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The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the hot afternoon air.
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The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They churned and rolled and fell, the water a dark gray with whipped cream foam on the edges.
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+ Experimental, Fiction, Mature Themes, Might Want to be Mature, Popular, Psychological, Serial Fiction+
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“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do nothing. Lives once had meaning.”
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“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to love somebody or be loved yourself? I figure you got to have a heart in there somewhere. Why don’t you ever use it?”
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“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas for pre-coitus huffing?”
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+ Bedroom Furniture, Creative Writing, Fiction, Police Raid, Search Warrant, Serial Fiction, Short Story+
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Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken sandwich with salted cucumber wedges on the side and a fat glass of Ovaltine.
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+ Fiction, Greek Food, Pita, Plastic Surgery, Police Raid, Pub, Search Warrant, Short Fiction, Short Story+
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 