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Only the angelic can pet a hummingbird or butterfly.
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The four wheeler wasn’t a damn goat, and Tom didn’t have a helmet. He’d die for sure.
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“Girl, I say girl, you gonna behave now?”
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You’re not exactly Edward Scissorhands, you know.”
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It didn’t slow as fast.
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It wasn’t his fault the boss ran a shit show.
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He would only let me, and me alone sign both casts, bent at the elbows.
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Wonder how a bird of paradise and a gardenia would look as a corsage?
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Knife wounds were rare with pancakes and waffles, but twin boys made anything possible.
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Against the Tide
Alice felt like a deer swimming against the tide in the ocean, a riptide, not realizing imminent death, or did she? Was it a conscious or subconscious attempt at suicide? She made the mistake in anger of asking a friend, “Just how much Prozac would kill me?” The shrink was at her house in half Read more
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An exerpt from the abandoned Novel
Seventh Gate 4 Will had been plotting murder in his mind for weeks, but couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to do it. His theatre had been closed for months because of the plague and people were screaming for blood. He cursed himself. Duncan had to die, but how? He mumbled and Read more
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The Race
The Race “If I hadn’t put off everything, I wouldn’t need to do this,” said Walter to nobody. He walked on the creaky old expansion bridge that crossed the river, it would be years before it would be repaired. Every step he took the bridge shook and sent another random thought through his brain. Sometimes Read more
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Knives or Feathers
“ ‘Whatever,’ is the wrong answer,” I said to myself, to the boys, to the cat, to the dog. Be specific in your choices. You only get to make this one once. Make it a happy one, always. Consequences come at you with knives or feathers. I much prefer feathers, the soft parts anyway. Everything Read more
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I Giggle at the Wrong Things
What makes me giggle? I giggle when I get attention I don’t understand. I feel too exposed, and I don’t like the word “vulnerable.” I’ve worked too hard not to be. I need to giggle more. It’s supposed to be good for you. I’ve heard it burns calories better than exercise. Some folks are born Read more
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Poor Ophelia
Poor Ophelia. Honor the birds that sing for you Listen for their songs Delight in their music If you can If you can Damn you, Hamlet, the twin that didn’t live ruined everything. Daddy won’t ever be right again. And there’s no room for you, is there, little girl? Mad’s triple talk. Are you out Read more
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Only the angelic can pet a hummingbird or butterfly.
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The four wheeler wasn’t a damn goat, and Tom didn’t have a helmet. He’d die for sure.
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“Girl, I say girl, you gonna behave now?”
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You’re not exactly Edward Scissorhands, you know.”
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It didn’t slow as fast.
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It wasn’t his fault the boss ran a shit show.
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He would only let me, and me alone sign both casts, bent at the elbows.
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Wonder how a bird of paradise and a gardenia would look as a corsage?
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Knife wounds were rare with pancakes and waffles, but twin boys made anything possible.
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The Shade Room
I am simple. I go to my shade room. It would be a sun room if there were no giant oaks and holly trees covering its porch and backyard. Moss, hostas, ferns and begonias grow there, as well as my bed of impatiens. Mint, the plant that’s supposed to take over the planet struggles. But…
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Eavesdropping
“Martha, I told you I would be late. I’m sorry you’ve got to put the kids to bed by yourself again tonight, I just got on the bus. I can’t teleport very well,” I could tell this well dressed, dark haired, professional dude, with the chiseled chin sitting beside me on the bus was in…
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Kindness of Strangers
Thank God for the kindness of strangers. Little mercies we are grateful for that we often take for granted, like someone holding the door when our arms are full. They’re rarely there at 6:00 a.m. I had my arms full. My teacher bag was draped across my left arm with my coffee in my hand,…
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Tornado Sirens
I was so glad to be home. The kids at school couldn’t have jumped any higher or harder on my last nerves. Our classroom was big enough to accommodate three times as many students, between their loud voices and their perpetually moving bodies they took up every square inch of it. Getting them in their…
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Unspoken Trophy
“I need an introduction to our class.” So, I was asked to lead an exercise, Off the cuff with no tenor and no bass My chest puffed out ever so slight, so wise. Stood taller, looking people in the eye Relax, lean back, let them complete the why As if not wanting to draw attention Wrote poems with the “I am” intentionsTrying…
Devonne Brown 