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Bears Night Party - Spring Rites - Flash Fiction Story By Angel Edwards
Bears Night Party - Spring Rites Flash Fiction Story By Angel Edwards In the wee hours of the morning, something called to...
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Data Crunchers II - IV II Inside the computations there’s an assimilation of the very self-ness of self; it exposes corruptions... -
Frogs "Grow grass, stone frogs," written on bathroom walls. Hippie beads, oodles colourful acid pills in dress... -
Dream of the Homeplace The oaks regrown, cornfields stretching to woods, hickory standing, unstruck by lightning. Slam of the ... -
Hung Before I Am Heard I am gagged. Live on other people’s terms. I have no voice. I try to speak. They shut me up. Be gra... -
Priestess Nazca Hair, Peru – the skull of a woman, possibly a priestess, with hair still attached, from approximately 200 BCE. The hair ... -
Presence of Being The slight ring of the back porch chimes resonates through the air tingling sensate neurons that enable emotional and sp... -
John Kucera Exposed As Serial Plagiarist Plagiarism by John Kucera. I have been informed by Gabriel Ehri, the executive director of F... -
THE CHANGELING By Ursula O’Reilly. My grandmother had a distinct talent for storytelling. She would sit beside the open fire... -
Actaea to Nero Dearest emperor, when I first arrived in Rome, A mere slave, a concubine- You made my prison a home. The kohl, th... -
the crystalline word in the garden where I was born I am in time to snort the mirrored earth is the best planet in the polls...
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