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A Story by Tim M
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A Story by Tim M
Shoppers wheeled around us in the produce section, flashing grumbling stares as we blocked their way. “And this is Gabe, my youngest.” Sh..
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A Story by Tim M
Larry Liebowitz shifted uncomfortably in his rough tweed pants, feeling the shrinking waistline squeeze his gut. He had forgotten to do the laundry, ..
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A Story by Tim M
The door was locked, and this was strange. The door to room 201 was always open in the morning, inviting students in before the first bell rang. But..
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Stood fast held on the structure by magnetic pulses Stared into swirling pools of reflection The sky is weight and nightmares Found an idea hidden at ..
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A Story by Tim M
“Alright, clear the bay doors!” The Foreman yelled out over the shoddy PA system, strewn with hanging cables and so much patchwork duct t..
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A Story by Tim M
I can taste the fleeting perfume she so carefully applied only hours ago, but only after its delicate charm has been washed away by saliva are my sens..
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A Story by Tim M
We shared two classes, Math and English. She was terrible at both, while I was only terrible at Math. I can’t remember the first time I saw her..
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A Story by Tim M
Annabelle discovers magic in her storage space and in herself.
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