October 27, 2011
In my dream Alex tucked the ends of his curly baby blonde hair behind his ears, looked back over his shoulder, and grinned at me before spreading his arms and diving off the side of the concrete dam into the water below. There were no ripples on the dark black water as he disappeared beneath. […]
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August 26, 2011
“We have a Latina female, mid-30s, gunshot wound to the abdomen, no exit wound.” The EMT looked grimly across at Jen as she fell in alongside the gurney at a trot and took the woman’s hand; the patient was in a lot of pain and her shirt was soaked with dark blood. “It’s alright, we’re […]
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August 11, 2011
“We have a Latina female, mid-30s, gunshot wound to the abdomen, no exit wound.” The EMT looked grimly across at Jen as she fell in alongside the gurney at a trot and took the woman’s hand; the patient was in a lot of pain and her shirt was soaked with dark blood. “It’s alright, we’re […]
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June 8, 2011
He smoked a pipe before takeoff and hoped it wouldn’t be his last…What would it feel like for his body to slam into the rocks below?
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May 8, 2011
“Best Post You Haven’t Yet Read.” For some reason, Bestie #8 didn’t get a lot of hits or comments. But consider it our sleeper in these awards because its lack of popularity doesn’t correlate with a lack of talent, interest, or damngoodedness
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April 30, 2011
Every day between 10 and 20 million people around the world log into Facebook to check in on their virtual crops and livestock on their FarmVille farm. A fraction of those 20 million people will spend real money on FarmVille Cash but it adds up fast with Zynga raking in about half of their estimated […]
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March 31, 2011
I felt no pain as the skinny punk with a shaved head and twin fiber optic braids attached to dual cranial jacks passed a mono-filament wire through my left bicep but he certainly felt it when I flattened his nose with my fist. The beefiest of the punks, a pale-skinned juicer in a muscle shirt, […]
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February 8, 2011
We had been best friends since grade school and were inseparable, although my parents had certainly tried. We even tried dating once and although JV’s skin was soft against mine and the kissing was nice we soon bored of the diversion and eventually stopped referring to each others as lovers even though it annoyed Prof. Sun-Davis in a particularly glorious way.
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January 8, 2011
The Father Ellen’s father, dressed in a traditional black single-breasted jacket and matching bow tie, took my hand in a firm, dry grasp; he was at the door greeting latecomers to the reception when I arrived. “Michael. It is so good of you to come.” I winced; something in the emphasis, the way he clasped […]
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December 8, 2010
A crystal vase is slowly descending toward the hard, glossy white, tile floor. Large oscillating globules of water are orbiting the gladioli which are bent against the flared neck of the vessel as they are whipped about by centripetal force. My wife is taking a step across the striated aluminum threshold joining the slate gray […]
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