A week before he told me he'd probably fuck other people over the summer, I almost said I loved him — more accurately, I loved his room.
We were lying in Mateo's bed, the twin-sized one all
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I'm a hypochondriac.
Although wouldn't it be just like a hypochondriac to try and diagnose themselves as a hypochondriac? A medical and philosophical conundrum, to say the least.
My dread of
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2016.
I am a new patient at a partial hospitalization program in Rancho Cucamonga, California. I didn't want to come here; for the duration of my time in this program I'll be living alone in an
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"Please," the woman said. "Oh, God, someone, please help me."
Her voice was harsh and broke off in places like a staticky, skipping record. I stuffed my left earbud in to drown her out. I'd
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I thought it was a crab apple tree the first year we lived in our house. We let it spill its fruit onto the ground below. The following summer, it sprouted its little green spheres again and I watched ... [+]
I got Jo when I was 23 years old and living in Montana. She was no more than 10 inches and skinny as a twig. Before I adopted her, I wanted to get bitten so that I wouldn't be afraid of my own snake ... [+]
According to some people, the restored gospel of Jesus Christ has brought as a consequence the quick rise of technology. Initially, this assumption was considered because during the centuries previous ... [+]
When I was a kid, I would throw birthday parties for Martin Luther King Jr. I knew his birthday because it was a national holiday, a Monday for me to have a three-day weekend off from school. I joke ... [+]
I used to think drowning wouldn't be so bad. But the cold seeps into your bones and roots there. The waves will sleep with you still. Drowning... it creeps up on you. It slips into your city, past the ... [+]
into the garage, no more Buick or Honda, now driving his oldest grandchild and her babies between Wake Forest suburb and student seminary housing. No more museum of decapitated brooms, empty dusty ... [+]
In the midst of a village, South of Africa
When we all thought we have done our duty as mourners
Digging the grave, because there was no funeral plan
He died a sinner, from spiritual spell
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"Personally, I think Voltaire looks like a propped-up flamingo... but a flamingo could probably write better."
A few quiet laughs trickled through the otherwise silent class.
The quip
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Two minutes before it happened, Maya and I lay in the middle of the hallway while the other six students paced and drank from the water fountain. With our brains jittery after the multiple-choice ... [+]
Heart pounding wildly, he cavorted through the house, wreaking botanical havoc. Hearing an anguished cry as his assault on the houseplants was discovered, he tossed his head in spirited defiance ... [+]
