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  1. Act1.outside. M1: "Excuse me, did you drop this?" Woman: "I've never seen that before!" M2: "It's mine..." M2 grabs egg & runs. #twitterplay
  2. we gave her a name, but she lost it. we gave her two legs - she ran so hard, they burned into her hips. then, the shoulderless flight. away!
  3. hummingbird heartbeat - rapid bounce of a tennis ball from floor to hand - rubbery rush of blood pumped through hardwood to eardrum and back
  4. every sound was too loud. and when she slept, her ears made mistakes. the bed was an auditorium floor, the pillows were planks dropped hard.
  5. act1. a pasture. cowbot staggers in. cb: 'help...someone! farmer spence, ma...where IS everybody?' a crow circles. cow-bot off. #twitterplay
  6. act1: kitchen, dawn. E: did she ever visit you? mom, i mean. Y: once-but i wasn't there. (INT) act2: porch. E&Y sit in silence. #twitterplay
  7. It wasn't at all like the movies, where the arches crumbled as characters ran through them. They stood tall while my bare feet screamed by.
  8. marv and sara took turns reading from the dictionary while yon, unsure of what to do, slowly picked at his tuna sandwich. #twitterplay
  9. jailbird, jailbird. your voice is dull. your feathers are soaked. your beak is dented from the bang bang bang on rails that match stripes.
  10. this was the day, wasn't it? it crept by quietly like a gumshoe detective carrying a grenade. such invisible grace with graceless apology.
  11. He peaked his head around the corner to see; It was just the wind blowing hardened petals from stem to surface. A pause, wind tipping grace.
  12. Seth heard a crinkling from the next room, like the sound of a gift being wrapped. A pause, more paper scraping on the hardwood table.
  13. "It looks fake", she said. "It does not look fake." He corrected. "It looks unreal."
  14. feathers became weights and just before something dropped into my hand, i saw it falling fast and exaggerated - like a cartoon.
  15. shouts on wires - caw caw caw - hands on fire - flame paw - digital balance - careful. it's too hot, too high and you can't walk like that.
  16. thousands of tiny moths flew out, ricocheting off the blackboards. chalky, white wings up in the middle of a night so black it was blue.
  17. we spent the day resuscitating ghosts, their white heads lined up and ready. mouths open like a phantom choir, humming through the hollow.
  18. lee's hyper-use of exclamation points had our class believing he was always happy. i saw them as upside down amputees, drained and black.
  19. She imagined this would be the song to hold a baby to. Their bodies hiccuping against tearing wallpaper to the beat of "There, there."
  20. "I like how the yellow in your socks matches the yellow in your sweater..." he remarked. "I'm going to think about that later." (b.h.)