Briefing reporters, Pentagon spokesmen today confirmed that the entire adult population of the strategic research center, Natanz, suffered “spontaneous human combustion” yesterday, February 23rd, at approximately 1:47 a.m., GMT, and reiterated that rumors describing the “human combustion” as “premeditated” or “deliberate” are spurious, irresponsible and downright un-American.
Tommy Mac

Nameless to each other, she stood behind her window while he knelt behind his. The full display of his excitement was obvious, and without a doubt she was its source. She didn’t smile during these encounters, and though she always wore sunglasses she never once averted her gaze.
offbeatjim wittenberg

In a deliberate effort to show his passion for Carol was not folly, Edmund, his conscience clear, stabbed her lover three times and left the evidence on her porch. He watched from across the street, as a bewildered Carol read the note pinned to the lover’s shirt, its message simple. “You should have paid attention.”
Jim [...]

My twin and I invented our own language. Our parents didn’t wish us to become jaded, allowed us our private speech.
At age seventeen, we sat together in the police car. I didn’t say, His body’s buried by the lichen-covered rocks, but, “Ziman hahnt zufu mago nand.”
Instead of nodding, my sister blinked three times.
Mary Baader Kaley

Jason taught Alice not to hold her thumb beneath her fingers when she made a fist to hit someone.
“If you connect you’re at a disadvantage,” he said. “You might break it.”
Alice knocked Jason’s head back when she hit his jaw. After that is when they broke up.
Offbeatjim Wittenberg

He wondered why he ever thought to collaborate with her in the kitchen. The roast was tough, dry, sinewy and chewy. Maybe a good Claret would help it go down. She didn’t like Claret. That was fine; he didn’t particularly like eating her.
Michael Solender

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Ghost shiver swaying left and right as the blood in the streets congeals and
forms the image of a heart, bleeding its parkeetish ideals on the passing feet
of paporatzing dined incarnates who bow with and only with the world as it
rests its eyes on the sunset seeing peace
Jaria Cecil Sowl

His dumping line was something unoriginal.
I sneezed.
He left.
The virus I gave him with that sneeze is lying dormant, waiting for a good day to multiply and drown him in his own blood.
No one will know that his death was a murder, even less a premeditated one.
Jelena Vencl Ohlrogge

Easter Sunday. Mama wanted to go out in the garden. The nurse said no. She said my brain was fried and I wouldn’t take my medicine. Mama wanted to cry. She held back. I asked the other children to help. We made a lot of noise that night.
David Rees-Thomas