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  1. If I had a special knife, I'd cut out my intellect and imagination, become an animal, incapable of hate. Because, boy, does this wine suck.
  2. Her foot still stepping on the crack, she exploded in sobs… not because of superstition, but because she wished it were so easy.
  3. I cried laughing, begging for a break from the faux tickling. Our mirth quieted as I held him. His smile. His eyes. Him. Laughing, I cried.
  4. Here comes a new, autobiographical story I've had on hold for a long time. I hope I got it right…
  5. @17_Syllables Wow! Thanks for the FF!
  6. His deep sigh ruffled his promotional fliers. He wouldn't look at his stack of unsold books. People passing his table wouldn't look at him.
  7. Feet asleep, wire chair and latte cold. Hard to see now in dusk. He squints across the way, the beautiful singer busking, still in his gaze.
  8. It's been over a month since the last story. So here goes...
  9. I have a few stories on deck but have not had time to finish them up. Busy times, these! Stay tuned.
  10. The steps of Gloria's life had been simple. 1: LEARN! 2: GO! 3: Fail. 4: Learn! 5: Go! 6: Fail. 7: Learn. 8: Go. 9: Go. 10: Go. 11: Cats.
  11. A tink from the tiny gin bottles rolling on the seat-back tray. His face dim in the window, yet he only sees night clouds and endless sky.
  12. A new tiny story is on the way! I just have to cut two letters somehow...
  13. Before they could fade, he grabbed her words from the air, lay them on a plate, and set them before her with a fork and a slice of lemon.
  14. outside a woman with poise pedaling a bicycle with rims smiling yellow scarf flowing from her taut neck is how she keeps her pain inside
  15. I smirked at him. "God damn you," he soughed. "We CAN'T agree," I told him. "I know. Stop smiling." At such rare passion? "I can't."
  16. Behind the jerk who cut me off... His tire blows. His M5 flips! I swerve to miss the exploding— *HONK* ...Behind the jerk who cut me off.
  17. i just added tiny stories to the http://wefollow.com twitter directory under: #stories #fiction #writing
  18. He clicked the pen, poised... Unclicked it. Thought, then clicked again. And unclicked. Thumbed the clip. Focused. Clicked. Signed. Doomed.
  19. He clicked the pen, poised... Unclicked it. Thought, then clicked again. And unclicked. Thumbed the clip. Focused. Clicked, signed. Freedom.
  20. Today's tiny story will be posted twice with two different endings. Just for fun!