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Anonymous

The first thing Jack saw when he awoke was the midday sun. Wincing, he covered his eyes, his vision marred by the sun's reddish afterimage. Confused by the feeling of the ground under him, he tentatively opened his eyes again. The sun glimmered on the waves as they lapped at his feet. Shore. Sand. It was the first time Jack had ever seen it in real life. The loud call of a seagull jolted him out of the dreamlike trance he was in, bringing him back to reality.

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Anonymous

There's an enlightenment only found at the back of a porno theatre turned rep cinema on drugs watching a drag queen grin through dog shit at 2 o'clock in the morning. After the show, ignoring garish red halos of traffic lights, pinning down an undulating phone screen to summon a ride home, there's a feeling that you've come to know something powerful, attuned to a greasy popping hum underlying the sound of life.

A car pulls up, squiggles on the front bumper resembling those on my screen. I wonder if the driver hears what I do, and get in.

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phouste

Clelia woke up, after what seems like a long time. What happened before her sleep ? She doesn't know. She doesn't remember anything, apart from her name. She soon woke up fully, and began to be aware of where she is. Everything around her is white, she doesn't recognize the place. She is on a hospital bed. The light is very harsh, the young woman is dazzled. She turned her face to one of the wall, then began to look for somebody, but she doesn't see anyone. And that's at this moment that she noticed something : there is no door in this room.

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Anonymous

On that fateful Saturday, my second week in Mexico was coming to an end. With another 2 weeks to go
until the Heinz Baked Bean Championship started I decided to spend the morning just relaxing. Thus, I got out of bed, opened the fridge, took a tin packed with fiber, low in sugar and virtually fat free, with reduced sodium yet still delicious and sat on the couch.

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Anonymous

I gotta stop pushing and pulling on these blank pages knowing the reprisal of loving wishes and fame are on their merry way. I've needed to get this out for a while, didn't take to it until I matured into it. Honestly, I do got guts for raising my beaten brow to explain what I saw after my so called family put me through that battery of tests, and the eventual rise and fall of my time in upstate Hampshire as a trapshooting swindler. This just ain't for me, it's for you, so without any more lollygagging, here's all of it and the pink slip.

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Anonymous

I stare at my phone for the ninth time today. Its not that I am board, but that there is too much going on. Sometimes I need to retreat. My mom didnt react well to the death of our dog, and moving made her anxiety worse, the feeling were leaving the comfy home we have in washington for a cramped house in Arizona without proper AC or windows really bothers me, but it wffects my mom ten fold. Watching her cry at night as we attempt to go to sleep on our couch truly breaks my heart.

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Anonymous

I lurched forward in my seat as the train came to a stop. It was foggy out the window and the mountains looked like a blurred picture taken from faraway.
I hadn't been home in awhile and I didn't know my mother was going to react to my presence. She wasn't the most understanding person at the best of times.

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Anonymous

I reach the fridge amidst the dark. Somehow managing to traverse the untucked chairs and tossed shoes like a treasure hunter dodges booby traps placed in a pharaoh’s tomb. The fridge door is heavy and the fridge is still new so the seal really holds… but I know what to do. I pull the handle hard and I get it to open. As I reach past a bottle for the food in the back. My spine cocked back, ready for a good crack. I bent and jerked in the wrong direction… releasing my bowels so quickly that it gave me an erection.

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Anonymous

I open the front gate and close it behind me, looking down but not back. The sidewalk is red brick. That is the landscape that I focus on, a field of oblongs, gently undulating where the earth beneath has buckled.

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