Fiction
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“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”
Fiction
We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.
Fiction
For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.
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It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.
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All was hushed and stonily still, like the moon and its lights and shadows.
Fiction
Anytime I drifted off I wished to wake up against a cold, silent body.
Fiction
It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.
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Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.
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When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.
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There was a blue wool afghan draped across the back of the couch.
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We were hurtling close to a hundred miles an hour through the dark.
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“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”
Fiction
Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.
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All we knew from my father was that my sister had to be cut from her car.
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In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.
Fiction
He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.
Fiction
“I might surprise you,” Mr. Maxi said. Polly hoped he’d go all out.
Fiction
This is not America! It is not the America I grew up in, it’s
a joke.
a joke.
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I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.
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“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”
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Of late a graduate student named Cassius has joined our ranks.
Fiction
I felt that this maternal oblivion could be the rest of my life.
Fiction
There in the trees, swinging from branch to branch, they saw Pete.
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The cottage stood as a metaphor for what she wanted out of life.
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The King’s affair was supposed to be a secret. But you know how it is.
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Our remarks must be tempered by a sense of cooperation.
Fiction
Don’t tell him you’re a virgin, says Peggy. You’ll freak him out.
