Cherrypicked stories
Lyrical I.P.
This weeks I.P.
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- 4004 reads
It's the Song, Not the Singer.
IPOW
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- 3256 reads
How's Frank?
'Frank died...Don't you remember?'
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- 4448 reads
The little girl who learned to read
umm...
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- 17 comments
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- 10075 reads
Lenore
This was one of my earliest successful pieces on ABC. It's been on its travels through the slush piles and now I've brought it home. Treat it kindly, please.
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- 2048 reads
A Story...
One of my favorite writers, I wish my story had half the potency of the quote.
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- 1891 reads
Carol Singing Little Hitlers
Jane and Adrian receive a visit from carol singers that are more than familiar.
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- 1965 reads
Musn't Grumble!
Inspired by something Silver Spun Sand had written ;)
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Tony Was a Friend of Mine
Tony's breaths would come in short, loud gasps whenever he touched my spine. He said the woman's back is the most delicate, sensual part of her body, and I arched back in agreement.
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- 2936 reads
Justification
There is no justification for reading this...
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- 645 reads
Barby
We spend an afternoon sticking spears in each other’s sides- even as we kiss our mind’s are on it- the next razor nick that tears a tiny fold of skin from the other. As we move from
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- 1065 reads
folded limbs
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. If you were to ask why, which of course I hope you do. I would lie.
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- 770 reads
Close Calculations
Calculate my freckles as you stare across the room, please. Guess how many beads rotate around my wrist. Figure my measurements of finger and eye and rib. Time the enveloping fabric dusting my skin.
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- 838 reads
Read All About It
Current I.P. (Edit, with thanks to Ewan) My dream; to see my name in print.
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- 8 comments
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- 3314 reads
I know...
you know it's going to happen, still...
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- 4240 reads
The Red Dress Left Behind
I am sad, mama, I am sad all the time. In my dreams, I put on my red dress and sway my way through the shallow waters.
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- 2549 reads
Strozzapreti
A bitter restaurateur contemplates his past triumphs and misdeeds.
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- 1902 reads
socially awkward
I sometimes stare off into space handcuffed to silence in a big empty room full of people who look at me like a smudge on their glasses I am forgotten before i'm even known, and i stopped
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- 808 reads
my wife the psychopath
By cover of night she gets psychopathic, my wife.
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- 1378 reads
Last Orders
Current I.P. I’ m waiting for the owner of this god-forsaken dive to call time...
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- 4631 reads