Patsy flipped his eggs in the small frying pan, sizzling on the coils of his portable electric burner. Thin bacon smoke hung in his room. Can’t let that old bat of a landlady catch me cooking. He walked five steps to the room’s sole window, pounded the frame to break the ice seal, and opened it. Rochester’s mid-winter night air hit him like an arctic blast.
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It was, by all means, a wonderful and perfectly lovely Tuesday. The sun was shining, the flowers were in bloom, and Edmund was running out of time.
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Her name was Winona. Winona on damp, drizzly school days when she raised her hand fearless of appearing callous or insufferable. Winnie on wine-dark nights she downed canned gin cocktails and let her nose go runny under porch lights. Nona inside her honey-sulked home where windows overlooked fields of magnolias whose petals sunk under the weight of thunderstorms.
But she was always Winona to me.
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The world ends soundlessly and mid-confession.
First, there is only darkness. Because sight fails, scents strip my room into view. Charred electricity and ingrained grease. Then melting plastic and flammable plaster. Then Victoria’s Secret body mist and snot-kissed posters.
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When hunting season started, my brother Isaac and I brought out the Remington and shot down angels by the creek. We’d descend the hill at dawn and lug back the carcasses in the evening. We bottled the blood for chapels and sold the bones for change to research teams on the black market. Whatever was left, Isaac kept in jars under his bed.
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This is the second time around for Swan River Daisy by Tom Sheehan as a rerun. It originally appeared in 2015 then was first rerun in 2018. The debut year is close to the beginning of the site and the second is from the earliest weeks of this feature.
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Well hello there peeps and all old China’s!!
Here we are at the exciting Week 489.
…Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, so I’ll start again.
Here we are at week 489.
This week a comment between us made me consider this.
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Bernie loved this day and age.
Before, he was always cold.
He never had enough to eat.
And he hated to admit it, his weakness, his curse, his companion, his reason to stay alive was the sauce. These days he had as much booze as he wanted…Well…
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Näkki is a mythical creature from Finnish folklore, often described as a water sprite or demon. Näkki is said to dwell in murky waters and drown any human that crosses its path.
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Ashara dragged the tip of her staff through wet sand, carving out magical symbols. Her hands trembled as she clutched the polished beech. One careless line could have disastrous consequences for the spell, but she was running out of time. The sea stretched out to the horizon, met so seamlessly by the cloudless sky she couldn’t see where one ended and the other began. She didn’t have to turn her head to know the tide was also creeping up the sandbar behind her, threatening to swallow the sand—and Ashara—into its endless blue depths.
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