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Once I saw a girl about the same age as mine put up her own apple stand at the bazaar. Her name was Shira. Her business, run all on her own, had quit..
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The gunshot was still ringing in my ears as I dragged my wife’s lifeless body across the floor of our apartment. A whirlwind of options and pos..
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June 2nd, 2022For most of my recent life, the light of my autopilot-driving van has been the sun I have woken up to every morning. In these long years..
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Thud.
“What’s this, Banks.”
“Map of the world. What’s left of it, anyway. Look. There’s the megacities with ..
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Time could not care less about me in the
in-between. There is no correlation between happiness and anything conceived on
this supposed Eden we were ..
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One day I decided to take a stroll down Main Street. I was having a bit of a headache that day and I wanted to get some fresh air. I didn’t thi..
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The fighter wrapped the bandage around his bloody knuckles. He must have done this over a hundred times in his life. Every time it would be the same,..
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The man was very young. Slight facial hair. He liked wearing the simplest clothes. He was, if anything, average. There was nothing special about him...
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I have been wandering the trees of the forest for a while now, taking in the beautiful views and sounds without a sense of direction or purpose. I do..
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I am dreading tomorrow, like I did yesterday. I am an old fellow now, drinking in the bar I have gone to my whole life. My tail is scruffy, missing p..
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