“Arabic For Dummies”? The Qur’an? What the hell are these disgusting books doing in our house? You’re still associating with that .. that .. savage, aren’t you, Gloria? Answer me!”
“Papa
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The night terror reaches up high for just one bright star. The wind whispers a screaming tune, warning the stars to run. Every day Sun comes back and the stars go hide, dreading the next time Moon ... [+]
He knew he shouldn’t be here, and couldn’t find himself a reason to step in the house. He couldn’t find any reasons not to either. So, against his better judgement, he followed her to the door. She ... [+]
The sound of typing rang out throughout the New England Times newspaper office. Reporters knew stories had to be written before the companies annual Christmas Party, only two days away.
Mattie
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It was Christmas Eve, Ben’s favorite day of the entire year. He loved to help decorate the Christmas tree and watch his mom bake cookies.
“I wish more than anything to see Santa’s sleigh and
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Her name was Love. She said it with a mischievous smile breaking on her face, like a joke, a trick. The trick certainly worked on me. She was the first Love I had met.
We met in a bar. She
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Sylvia and Jeremy had the perfect life, or so it was thought by their friends and associates. They were super rich. They owned an ocean going yacht, as well as properties in Switzerland, California ... [+]
She stepped out onto the porch and shut the door behind her in a quick yank. A whoosh of air smacked her back like a wide plank of wood. She slightly lurched forward in a jerk of surprise. A dense ... [+]
With nary a customer in the store, the woman leaned her butt against the sales counter, folded her arms across her chest and stared into the distance, bored by the insipid banter emanating from the ... [+]
And then I wake up. I have no memory of what I was doing, but I’m sure I hadn’t fallen asleep last night. That memory is important, something that deserves to be remembered. It’s gone now, no way to ... [+]
The forest, beyond the first lines of trees, was black, empty. Or to some, full of beasts from a time long forgotten. Each tree held a story. Some had burgundy leaves with browns and dull greens that ... [+]
It’s 2 a.m., and so far, this has been the most unusual night of my life. I died at 11:03 p.m. of a heart attack. Just minutes before, the pretty lottery girl drew the numbers for the $657 million ... [+]
I was walking down the street that seemed to only fit one car, going one way, when I noticed the small café. It had a couple sitting under the balcony with light the color of a dark yellow sunset. ... [+]
For her, it was flying; for me, it was just falling. She loved it. But I didn’t know her then—I only heard about her life from other people. She loved to jump. She said it was like dancing on the ai ... [+]
She hated to repeat herself. But much to her surprise she learned to love it. The rhythm of repetition remembers forgotten forgivens fondly. Not that she did it all the time but the occasion had ... [+]
