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StoryLike When Chimps Slap the Floor and Scream mulekick012 years 10 months ago
StorySix Immigrant Controversies mulekick012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Seven Trials of the Beast mulekick012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Dying Gaul mulekick012 years 10 months ago
StoryHow some Men Are Broken mulekick012 years 10 months ago
StoryFactory mulekick012 years 10 months ago
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Forum topicA Longing For Utility by Mulekick freya720 years 4 months ago

My stories

The Attic and The Avenue

“The Attic and The Avenue” 1. There was a time I loved someone who did not love me. Or, to be more fair, I loved someone who did not love me in equal measure:

Factory

“Factory” Big black clouds, or black birds, are piling up out there: I hear thunder, and wonder what might be poised to fill in space. My spark walked away

Mid-Morning Music

“Mid-Morning Music” Breakfast at the Bluebird Café, on a back street near my house- eggs & syrupy biscuit, black beans & black coffee. How many bluebird cafes are there

"the Weekender"

“the Weekender” 1. Why hide if there is nothing to hide? I keep thinking of that Will Oldham song: “Gulf Shores.” Where are you? You runner, prince with a thousand enemies.

“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars”

“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars” Chris told me what he read in my poems- the accurate deductions being, of course, far more chilling than the misunderstandings.

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