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- After that, Terrence always conflated privacy with sin, the unseen with the unholy. He wore his shame like a tattoo on his forehead.10:52 AM Feb 5th, 2008 from web
- Years later he realized he never could have loved her because she reminded him too much of himself. And God, did he ever hate that guy.5:33 AM Feb 3rd, 2008 from web
- "I didn't say the wrong name," he said with all the sincerity he could muster. "I was just role-playing." And you know what? She bought it.7:38 AM Feb 2nd, 2008 from web
- Her words were a dagger. "Adoration is a good start." She laughed, then ripped his head from his body, and feasted on his tear-filled eyes.1:52 PM Feb 1st, 2008 from web
- "I love you when you write," she whispered, her fingernails digging a trench in my trapezius. There are times you have to ignore the unsaid.10:08 AM Feb 1st, 2008 from web
- "You ruined my life," she said, furious. Hours later, "You don't have that much power over me" didn't seem like much of an apology.5:42 AM Feb 1st, 2008 from web
- Blanch brings a handful of bayou to his lips. Jemmy slaps his hand away. "Don't drink dat," he says. "De crawdads, dey shit in de water."4:45 PM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- "Don't you know how to love?" she demanded. He paused. "I love God, and I love my mother," he said. "Everything else is just affection."1:43 PM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- The saddest part of Anne's mother's passing was cleaning out the medicine cabinet. There's nothing so final as throwing away a toothbrush.12:02 PM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- Years later, the realization hit him all at once. Margaret had been the only woman he'd ever known who could make love sarcastically.9:05 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- Alejandro's last concern was whether the stains would ever come out of the upholstery. "Death," he thought, "is filled with trivialities."8:49 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- It's funny how quickly priorities shift. He tears the loop of surgical tubing from around his arm. "Don't find me like this," he whispers.7:26 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from Twitterrific
- "You are not a hunter-gatherer!" she spat, finally fed up. "Taking the last crab rangoon does not make you a hunter-gatherer!"7:11 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- She loved the poetry of trauma. Pneumothorax. Thrombosis. Hypovolemia. All those Greek-derived words tasted like lyrics in her mouth.6:41 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- As he smeared a fat dollop of vaporub into his mustache, Marcus wondered just how he came to be most at home with a hacksaw in his hand.6:28 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
- As the Earth passed through the diaphanous tail of the great comet, she thought she would always love him. But it was just cosmic radiation.6:15 AM Jan 31st, 2008 from web
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- Name Jeffery Harrell
- Location Washington, DC
- Web http://fiction.th...
- Bio Really short fiction. A writing exercise. The looming dread of imminent failure.
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