Stories tagged “no”
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Midwest Purgatory: A Stalled Travelogue, chapter one (part two)
A red and white striped long sleeve shirt. Who wears a long sleeve shirt in the dead center of July? “It’s- well… uh,” Rusty stumbled for something to say. “What are these?” she asked, sitting down, not waiting to fi...
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No Pink Hair at School.
I stood in the girl’s bathroom, scrutinizing my appearance. I had already done almost everything I could to stand out in the Catholic high school in the small-ish town. It was so painfully bland, being forced to sit through classes in the three-s...
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Bonus Level
As a man walked down one of the many halls of his Alma Mater, the world seemed to have gone silent, if only for a moment. All that could be heard were the sirens emanating from afar, and the muffled sounds of the class, enclosed within the small room. ...
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I Pandered to the Lowest Common Denominator (and I Liked It)
First, we’ll need a topic. Don’t try too hard (if at all) – we want something as generic and overused as possible. Popular choices include “You’re no good in bed”, “You love me, I don’t love you” (o...
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Criminally Insane Terrorist Plot
I sit alone in my room, the glow of my laptop the only source of light. With a wicked grin, I execute my plan. It is perfect, simple yet horrifyingly effective. A terrorist attack the likes of which the world has never seen. tap, tappity tap, taptaptap...
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i don't want this
They led me into the stark white room, guided my hand that signed the forms, and left me alone so I was surrounded by unfamiliar doctors in white lab coats. ‘Why are you letting them do this?’ I tried to cry out, but no sound came. The doctor spoke...
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Please. Don't do this to me. To Us.
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No Good Dwells
I shouldn’t have noticed her, but I did. She always sat in the front row, taking notes and adjusting the straps on whatever dress she was wearing that week. She was like a virgin priestess. She was young and beautiful, vibrant and giving— Traits th...
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Ain't Got Nothin'
“Whazzat?” Eli stumbles over a loose floor panel, kicking crushed, empty beer cans. Another can is in his hand, little drops slipping down the side onto his old calloused hands. “Issat ’ou, Mar?” “It’s me, Dadd...
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Why is the cake a lie?
“Hey, sad earthling!” said Tristan, the weirdo that sits next to me. I look over at him and reply sweetly, “What the heck do ya want?!” His dumb smirk was unmoved, “Wanna” He said, “come with me at lunch to hav...
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Yes and No
Yes, I do, sprang to my mind. Her eyes scanned our path ahead, ears pricked for the sound of prey. My eyes bore into the back of her skull. With a fatigued acknowledgement of the lightening sky she cooed, so pleased with herself, “Come. Your hung...
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The Job
Why does it take forever to walk a single mile? he thought. Webb Charles was walking on a long, seemingly endless, road outside of Guyton. The sun beat down on his back and the heat baked everything in sight. His car had broken down a quarter mile back...
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This Is Not Me.
It’s funny, the ways I find to pass the time. But what have I become? I’ve become someone something not me. And I’m not proud of it. But at the same time, I am; Attention enfolds me. Kisses smother me, suffocate me. Breath warm on my ...