Literary-Fiction
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With evening fast approaching, I combed everywhere for signs of a cave. Or just the sight of a man. What I’d do with him would be marvellous. God knows. So that was it. I continued until I came to a brook. And there sat a man. His hairs and eyebrows were gray, even though he…
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Other than karaoke, he’d hit the center during inclement weather or if he wanted to use the net. Against his better judgment, he called Rory and left a message on her voicemail. “Last night was fun. I hope to get—” and he paused for a moment. And then quickly added, “We can get together soon.”
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Mr Henley, a good magician, like a good man, can control the whole mood of a party. A corporate gig where the boss needs to be ridiculed gently to show he’s one of the team too. A child who believes for a moment that a rabbit has come from a hat. A mad group of…
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The river had taken everything that night, not the gentle stream that fed the harbor, but the merciless surge of the storm swell that dragged his wife and daughter screaming into the dark. He had stopped counting the days long ago. Time had become nothing but another warden. Dust coated the iron stairs like gray…
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The student waves his hand at the little sparrows, smoothes the long strands of his blond hair hanging over his forehead, and walks away. He pauses at the door for a moment, nods his head in farewell, and whispers with a forced smile: “It’s not my first time…”
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From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia See also: Livestock culling The Culling is the bi-monthly occurrence whereby between 1,000 and 6,000 human beings are rendered mute and unmoving for several minutes, have their bodies float out into an open space, and then move straight up into the atmosphere until they disappear from the sight of others.
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The universe usually seemed to work in opposition to people’s plans; was he now doomed to fall in love then get divorced then spend his twilight years looking at smiling pictures that now only made him frown?
