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Parents,    

As you know, Thursday night is our class play, “100 Years of Tragedy: America in the 20th Century.” The students put together the entire production themselves. As their teacher, I am extremely proud of what they’ve accomplished in such a small amount of time.  (more)
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Perhapsthis
Apartments by train tracks sound
already like a trope. You can picture your own
sadness there, with your own
full ashtrays and collections of unfinished projects
like the cliche of dishes in the tiny sink.
This one was mine, and I, of course (more)
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poetry
LaupNhoj
J watched. That is what he did. Every day, watching. Thinking. Imagining the could be's, the should be's, and the never wills.

A skirt hiked up so panties showed, but his eyes were fixated on the dark streak wrapping the thighs, end of the hose like a mouth(more)
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Anida
He had a chin cleft, soft eyes and terrible vision. His Buddy Holly glasses helped with the vision, but mostly, they brought questions, stares, raised eyebrows.

"Why does everybody notice the same thing?" He said.
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fantasy
sparklepony
Now it felt as if there was no humor in his life anymore. He needed to listen to music again. Maybe the music that got others thru the great depression or two world wars could help. He needed to hear jazz again, the music that died long before he(more)
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Fiction
chatterboxcgc
The ebb and flow from project to project is the plight of the Freelance-Entrepreneur.  It's definitely not for the timid, or faint of heart.  Along with your impecable expertise, you need thick skin, patience, organization, and a sense of humor.  

The life of a successful Freelancer i(more)
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Tangledally
Today, as I was out walking, taking my usual morning stroll down the road, I found a hole.
We're not talking some little post-winter-thaw pot-hole here, I mean a hole. Right in the middle of Gilmour street. A massive dip in the road, a great depression.  

It was(more)
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short sh... | flash fi...
KB
There was a great depression in the back of her hand, between the index and middle fingers and just back from the knuckle-line.

It was dark in there.
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KB is go...
Kaltz
How did it know? How could it have possibly been so perceptive as to detect what she was feeling, experiencing, suffering, at that precise moment? It was truly a strange phenomenon, yet considering what it was choosing to be accurate on, it was actually more ominous and disheartening. (more)
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