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CREATIVE NONFICTION (1000 WORDS OR MORE)

7.5.  Undergarments (Mandatory)

7.5. Undergarments (Mandatory)

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Females. Also known, culturally, as women.  Appropriate undergarments are required to be worn with all uniform combinations. How do we define appropriate? You show us yours and we’ll know it when we see it. But, seriously, don’t show us yours.more

I Still Like The Way it Hurts

I Still Like The Way it Hurts

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I think that a lot of what I am, what I’ve always been, is inherently dirty, so I indulge the sickest parts of myself all at once, thinking that I’ll get so nauseous and so done with being me that they will leave my system in one fell swoop.more

COMPLEXION Part I: The Bedrock

COMPLEXION Part I: The Bedrock

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Trauma doesn’t skip generations, it just changes clothes—passed down like the red velvet cake recipe, sweetened to survive.more

Cake And Ice Cream

Cake And Ice Cream

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“Malcolm was taking away her cake and ice cream,” Barry said, edging me up. “He should have known she was gonna fight for it.”more

A Window Ajar

A Window Ajar

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No one lets you in on the secret that when a loved dies, you have to relive it with each retelling. At this point, I’ve detached the meaning from it all. Now just a bedtime story I never forget to tell myself. Me, an ongoing audience of one.more

I Peed on my Hand, Amen

I Peed on my Hand, Amen

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its just like peeing. it is peeing, what am i talking about, why am i narrating this? i started peeing, missed the cup, and realized i didn’t even know where it was coming from. i wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or panickedmore

Swords

Swords

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That night I jammed my erect penis into the opening of Dad’s new wife’s minced garlic jar and put it back in the fridge, so I guessed we were even.more

Collisions

Collisions

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When at a red light for too long I’d headbutt my father. Helmet to helmet, just to say hello. Pachycephalosaurus was one of the last dinosaurs around, headbutting throughout the late Cretaceous. That is until an asteroid hit the planet.more

Ouzo

Ouzo

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Twenty years later I watched a music video and saw a girl flop into the back seat of a car and her legs dangled out the door and the whole thing came back and repeated in my head over and over for hours like the return of a chronic infection, like a burning, corrosive rash.more

Believable Characters

Believable Characters

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Oh, to be young and think you’re the baddest motherfucker on two legs again. He has four legs. But whatever. We’re all baddasses until life grinds us up and turns us into bologna.more