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Fiction

Fiction
A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.
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Lovers, a new set of six-word stories from Elizabeth Benedict.
Fiction
She confessed to Judd that she saw other men. She liked a good time.
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We drove, talking fast, fast, fast. He was always going for my zipper.
Fiction
She stopped, turned toward him, placed her hand on his chest.
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His eyes rested on the trees. By George, it’s like the garden of Eden.
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Nothing happened to him? Why, genius had happened to him!
Fiction
Their leader is a badly wounded boy in need of wounding others.
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The baby in her belly is not a sibling, will never be their playmate.
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Idzia is a little monster. For a monster, though, she’s awfully cute.
Fiction
Maybe that’s what she feels, not stranded, but suspended in time.
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I had pasted a pink Post-it to my phone screen that said DON’T DRINK.
Fiction
Oh shit! I had that a while ago. Didn’t think I still did. So, so sorry.
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Bobby doesn’t want more birthdays. He wishes the crash had killed him.
Fiction
Today was the first day of her new life, and she was on an adventure.
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I’m not afraid of dying. I’ve died on camera before. It’s not so bad.
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Marshall and Mrs. Checchi, it seemed, had this philosophy in common.
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The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.
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If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.
Fiction
“There’s life after birth! That’s what jails and lethal injections are for!”
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I looked up how much everything would cost. Giving birth: $9,000.
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When you turn fifty, you have to prove to yourself you’ve got something left.
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He showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, then lay down to die.
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You’re feminist? Neither one of you. You just like getting into fights.
Fiction
“Your mother’s fine,” Giuseppe said. “We’re all completely fine.”
Fiction
They’d developed Santa’s entire system, had written the code.
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Before April rings the chime, she forces her way up out of herself.
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Michael Kohlhasas carried one virtue to too great an extreme.
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In chess as in love, openings could be only so original. But this was uncanny.
Fiction
The blackness of her hair seemed to pull the color from her body.