Category Archives: Session VIII
The Drowning Woman
Kara puts on her wedding dress, a traditional, flowing gown with a tight corset underneath. The lace reaches up her neck all the way to her chin almost. Her friends joked that she looked like the cake, topped with a … Continue reading
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To Dirty Ears
There’s a poet out there who thinks that “jug jug” is the sound a songbird makes. Well, it’s not. Birds don’t have a larynx and can’t produce either a “j” sound or a “g” sound. This poet is going to … Continue reading
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Primordial Star: a Creation Myth
In the beginning, there was no darkness. Only light. At the center of the Universe, there was only one tiny star, smaller than a candle’s fire. But even so, the tiny primordial light burned unhindered and lit up both the … Continue reading
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We’re Fine. Go Away.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Are you sure you’re all right?” “Yes! I’m fine! Everything’s fine!” “Fine! You’re fine! I get it!” he said. “You don’t need to snap at me. Geez!” That’s when she shot him.
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Sadie Buys a Book
The advantage of living in a college-bound town like Littleton is that their local used book stores are always stocked completely from shelf to shelf. Sadie often spends her time at Mr. McCrary’s store after school. Rather than go home … Continue reading
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Hit List
While James generally got bored with taking photos of dead bodies all day, he loved to look over the ones that came in inked up. The one today, tattooed practically from head to toe, was a gang member. He had … Continue reading
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Drink Your Jager Bomb Slowly
Drink your Jager bomb slowly. Others will try to tell you to “man up” and chug it, but you’ll know better. You must savor every drop, and only when you get to the bottom of the glass will you know … Continue reading
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Calm before the Storm
“My daddy’s my hero,” said the little pug-nosed boy. “Your daddy’s a drunk,” I told him. His eyes gelled, slick and shiny. A bubble blew from his nose, in and out like a bellows or a terrible waking monster in … Continue reading
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Jupiter’s Migraine
Troy had never felt so tired in his life. Little pins of fire sieged the back of his eyeballs. The clock above the board always ticked an inch backwards before leaping forwards. It drove Troy nuts. He couldn’t stand the … Continue reading
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