I had found the end of the world. Not an end in time, an end in… distance. Perhaps I could better elaborate this as the edge of the world. Now please, let me assure you, I was never a
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At 8:55 p.m., my advisors leave me in my office, just as they do every Sunday night. They don’t want to be around me for the next hour. No one does. You see, there’s a tiny bomb implanted at
John the junk man was huge. He was the biggest man in the entire county. At 6’5″ and 350 lbs., he was bigger than any professional wrestler on television and every offensive lineman in the AFL or NFL. This
Grease hung in the air and stuck to the walls as Oriana scrubbed a glob of congealed ketchup on a table. Sweat hid beneath her turtleneck and she rolled her shoulders, feeling as though she had bathed in poison
Last night it all came to an end. When Franco woke up, Evelyn was gone. She didn’t even leave a note. She left one thing behind. A half-eaten bag of pretzels. He stayed in bed a long time. For
Just as there are charming women in the world, and clever women, and righteous women, and deceitful women, there are also indignant women. Jamila was an indignant woman. When, at Salwa’s sboua, she registered the nature of the gossip
Gembira pushed away the twig of honeysuckle that had thwacked her in the face. She also pushed away her desire to turn back. She wanted to do this, and on some level, she needed to do this. Blinking her
He glanced toward right field before stepping into the batter’s box, thinking more of Gloria than Babe Ruth. There she was, sitting on her front porch, just across the street from that short, wrought iron right-field fence, wearing that
Adam, Dave, Scott, and Thisero march through the immense jungle of grass, the withered gray and brown bodies towering over the four of them as they move together in single file. The amount of grass is so concentrated that
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