Tag: short fiction
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Days
Sometimes I think about the days. I’ve already had more than some, and less than others. Some just ran away from me, whether I let them or not. The days I remember best are the ones I rose to meet. Making something from nothing. And…
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Commit or Fuck Off
Sometimes you just start writing a sentence and follow it to where it goes, and more often than not it goes someplace you didn’t expect or weren’t ready for, and sometimes it just kills a few minutes of dead air, like on the radio where…
