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They spent the day doing mundane things together. They went grocery shopping. They took a walk around the neighborhood. Mark bought them sandwiches for lunch, from a food truck that had set up near the park. They worked on a puzzle in the afternoon. They sat on the porch in the early evening and drank
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The night was going extremely badly. Anna stirred her drink with the fancy cocktail straw, watching the slice of lemon swirl in the glass. “I gotta get out here,” she said to Meredith, barely audible over the noise in the bar. “Already?” Meredith asked, eyeing the half-full glass. Anna shrugged. “I’m just not feeling like
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Here’s what happened. I stuffed those extra clothes into my backpack that morning, knowing they weren’t for running with Andrew. They were for running away. I needed some time. I needed to get out of here. Beth caught me though, and I had to lie to her. I hate lying. I’ve lied enough to
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Hello readers and fellow writers! I wanted to drop a quick note to all of you (especially the poetry lovers out there) that I have been working on a new book, which is launching on Kickstarter on 9/6 at noon. The book will include several poems I’ve published here, plus several that I’ve not shared
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I waited around after school for a bit, just in case Lizzie didn’t actually go on that run with Andrew. Sitting in the car, just scrolling through Instagram, the windows down. It was a nice afternoon. That was before we knew she was missing though. I saw Derrick and Ethan crossing the parking lot. Ethan
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I knew something was wrong that morning. Her bedroom door was cracked open. I saw her stuffing an extra set of clothes into her backpack. “We have practice today?” I asked. We run cross country. I just assumed it was her running clothes. Lizzie jumped, zipping the backpack quickly, keeping her eyes down. “No
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When I am shattered I will sit down in the dust And draw a protective circle. And as I splinter I will watch for who comes To stand at the line I’ve drawn. From the center I will wait Until I find the rocky bottom Of the pit I’m mired in. Then I will raise
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Before I get the kids I will sit in the car and cry in the driveway Overwhelmed by the feelings that linger I will mourn for the dreams that are dead. I might go through a drive through On my way to pick them up And order a large French fry because Those cookies I
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I can’t escape you When I see a car like yours I always search the driver’s seat but It’s never you. Or I read a piece of fiction Thinking of the conversation It would generate until I remember I won’t see you today For reasons that are hurtful. I sit outside Watching the cabbage whites
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Sometimes you find someone who makes you feel so safe that you can share anything. I have a few friends like that, and I am always thankful for them. We sat at the river And I watched the slow sparkling of its waters Dancing in the fading light As the red of sunset was just
The Quick and the Dead
Short stories. Creative experiments. Ideas that might not pan out.
The Quick and the Dead 