Dragging my stump, I rolled to my long awaited destiny: ping-pong. I left the dead bodies in my path. If I had a mouth, I would smile so wide.
M.E. Purfield

To me she seemed mean-tempered. Her husband said, “My old lady’s eyeballing you. Turn my back long enough, she’ll do you.”
Right then I decided to keep out of her kitchen.
offbeatjim wittenberg

All day. That’s how long they stayed. Watching the full cycle of the tide. Watching the white clouds above in their final hobo-laps of the skies. The wind that blew so cold now, which would burn so hot by dawn. The stars that would soon be censored. Hands were held, as the end began.
Lee [...]

“You put down all of my roses.” Rick said.
“You won’t shoot me.” John said.
“You want to bet on it?”
“How much?”
“How much money you have on you?”
“500.”
Rick pulled the trigger and got John in the arm.
“You owe 500.” Rick said.
Randall Pretzer

Inside the salmon building a tiny woman squatted like a crab.Records were out of their jackets, spread on the floor. She stood up, grabbed a record, hurled it at the wall. She bent over, picked up one black shard up in her hand like an exclamation point, a declaration.
Kathy Kubick

The January night had long since waned when Nathan blasted Oliver’s brains over the snow covered street, producing a more than passable Rorschach test. A murder of crows sliced through the whiteness as the purr of the approaching motorcycle grew to a roar, masking the sound of the machine gun.
Paul D. Brazill

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Idyllic from our hotel window, grass nestled against the sand, ocean waves break salty wetness, onto a quickly drying strip. Colored smells merging, nostalgic rhythm awakening feelings. The postcard promised idyllic. You, determined long ago in this seaside town. You, called me back, dared me to relive it, to get over it.
Craig Daniels

Within an hour, a girl dressing miniskirts showed up in a fancy sports car and introduced herself as Absinthe Blextum. With her was a petite blond woman she said was her mother.
This is my mama, and her name is Literature…
The world knows many double team heroes: Bonnie and Clyde , Batman and Robin, Tarzan and [...]

Early on she sensed confusion, vulnerability and fear behind his eyes. Later, after reaching adulthood, she once again saw his eyes and behind their civility she sensed ferocity and a calculating mind. She still also sensed fear. Her own.
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