Tag: Fiction
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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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But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit cup. Where are the peaches for justice?
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“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.”
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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 