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The Magic Boots

The Magic Boots

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“Quentin, you know I hate football.”

Quentin nodded. He knew. And it was just another reason to break up with Marcie. He just had to get her to ask how much the boots had cost, and it would be smooth sailing from there. Yes, there would be tears and pouting, angry recrimination, but it was something that had to be done.more

Anchor Detail

Anchor Detail

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I lifted a quick prayer for that fisherman, even as I watched him throw his back into reversing his course. What chance does a little guy have in this world, you know?more

Gentle Cozy Universe-Spinning Whispers

Gentle Cozy Universe-Spinning Whispers

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Edward cannot find rest without Nya X since his mother died and he watches her on YouTube precisely because he is not turned on when she dresses like a Russian nurse.more

WHERE’S WALDO

WHERE’S WALDO

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Lately my life had become a single note; one key out of eighty-eight. Dull and rote. I had become something I never believed possible: mundane. At times, spiritually inert. I got the strange feeling Waldo knew this, could sense this within me. I was embarrassed. Appearing weak was worse than being weak.more

Quick Math

Quick Math

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Darrell stared at the room placard just below the peephole until his sight went out of focus. He made the numbers 404 transform, they shuffled and stretched, elastic, until they spelled out their true meaning as Darrell saw them. A warning: Death O’Death.more

LIARS

LIARS

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You made life more exciting with that hot dog story. The ball landing in the mustard! The foursome laughing, rolling on the tee box, heads exploding. How do you hit a fucking ball backwards! Oh, man, they’re dying! You brought joy into the world, I’m telling you.more

Stories

Stories

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She set the cake on the ground and my friend’s three German Shepherds rushed towards it in a blur. I did what I could to keep the beasts away, but I eventually gave up.
My friends and I looked on as the dogs ate my cake.more

Breathe

Breathe

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The leaves had only just begun turning red when my father slapped me behind the head in the parking lot outside my high school. I was 16 at that point and had already gotten used to life slapping me behind the head.more

Jesus Socks

Jesus Socks

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Pete has a pair of Jesus socks, like he can walk on broken glass and not feel a thing. One of them’s really saggy, but they’re both equally powerful.more

January

January

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Death was not what he expected but what did he know?more