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feelsurreal
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Humour, Abstract
Anchovies are everywhere. Billions and billions of anchovies. Covering every fucking inch of the room. Dad said it was just old person smell. Everyone else thought so too. Freaking fish, though. Guess...
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starcitywriter
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Fantasy, Horror, Humour
There it was again like a punch in the stomach another glaring editing error in my news story. I'll let it go, I say. I just won't say anything. It churns and it burns until the only relief is to let ...
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shantesh
It was too late. He never saw it coming. All he could do now was brace for impact. He loosened his elbows and straightened his back instinctively. All the ensuing chaos around him slipped out of his f...
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Maria Donovan
That summer Napoleon Bonaparte started wearing shorts, which made Marjorie Campbell question her feelings for him. In her opinion only very good legs should risk exposure in an urban setting - and eve...
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Saki
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Crime, Humour
Octavian Ruttle was one of those lively cheerful individuals on whom amiability had set its unmistakable stamp, and, like most of his kind, his soul's peace depended in large measure on the unst...
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pattersonpatterson
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Romance, Humour
The carnival for our first date was all lights and electricity. I knew it was just my heart beating faster, but I felt the lights shining brighter, and the people felt warmer as we walked through the ...
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lianne
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Humour, Fable
The river had hardened. The 12 o clock sun had sent across a heat wave swallowing the whole expanse of the road, and what was left of it but the white dashes of stitching clothing the earth. I had lai...
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ste7en
In the beginning some people were on earth. Rumor has it that it was only two people. Another rumor says they discovered that they were naked after looking into the pond of life.But what ever the case...
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O. Henry
Mysteries follow one another so closely in a great city that the reading public and the friends of Johnny Bellchambers have ceased to marvel at his sudden and unexplained disappeara...
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O. Henry
The other day I ran across my old friend Ferguson Pogue. Pogue is a conscientious grafter of the highest type. His headquarters is the Western Hemisphere, and his line of business i...
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