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I sit.She sits across from my seat.A wave of fluorescent light washes over my body.I sit, rigidly, and she sits with her head down, and she breathes s..
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A Story by Mahan
When time unfroze and the ice began to melt, the Devil smiled and kissed me on the forehead.I felt the dampness of wet grass against my left cheek.I o..
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A Story by Mahan
Today I saw the earth open its mouth again.
Many a men stood by the rim of the opening. They were all dressed in black. Their posture was slouched a..
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A Story by Mahan
I stand at the bus stop.A row of beech trees flanks the sidewalk on the opposite side.I look straight ahead, past the thin branches that intertwine wi..
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A Story by Mahan
I am naked.
I am naked and aware of the machine and its mechanical gaze that traces the outline of my body.
I am naked and so is the machine...
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A Story by Mahan
A decrepit building stands tall and proud on Columbia Street.
The building once served as a gathering place for the intellectual lot, but now it is..
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A Story by Mahan
When the day shrinks into an imperceptible dot, unveiling the darkness behind the canvas of the morning sky, she too turns off the lights and closes ..
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A Story by Mahan
HER
In the heart of a cold
winter night, where silence wrapped its fingers around the throats of all
passersby and a blue lamplight lingered humb..
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A Story by Mahan
I stood by the entrance door and wore my smile for the day. As we approached 8 o’clock a voice echoed through the store and announced that we we..
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A Story by Mahan
Today on the skytrain I saw you cry and I thought you looked beautiful, so beautiful in fact that I wanted to walk up to you and strike a conversation..
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