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Umbrellas

In our town we have a strange tradition. Every time there is a storm the people write wishes on their umbrellas and stand in large groups outside. The ink runs beneath the downpour until we are left with our wishes … Continue reading

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The Dreamer

You sit on a large rock as the sea churns around you. The tips of your long, dark hair are immersed in the water. Your white dress is perfectly arranged. There is a small, round box placed in front of … Continue reading

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The Darkness at the End of the Tunnel

The insomnia tearing at your soul is the outcome of the paradox of adopting wisdom without applying it, like someone who’s dying of thirst while holding the water. Simply put: “Drink, idiot!” Complexly: “I can’t!” But why not? “Why” is … Continue reading

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An Empty Seat

I go to movies, seat beside me smelling of emptiness and armpits. I try to yell quotes at the screen, but it’s pointless. No exchanging nicknames and secrets about favorite sex positions. Secret fondness for royalty and fairy tales. Now … Continue reading

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Ali’s Stand

The letter from Turkey was addressed to him and he brought it to his desk and opened it.   July 11, 2013 Dear Mr. David, I hope this does not come as a problem. Forgive my asking for this time. … Continue reading

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He, In The Desert

The grass of the golf course, manicured into unnatural carpet-edges, makes him nauseous. It aches his spine to look upon the palm trees’ yielding trunks, their languid fronds held in an eternal shrug. The craggy summits of the San Jacinto … Continue reading

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Chosen

Travis, your cousin, showed you how to masturbate. You were both ten. No one was at home. It was February and rainy. Travis pulled the curtains closed in the TV room and sat next to you on the couch. He … Continue reading

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