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Fiction: Nero

I shouldn’t have picked up when he called. I know that. He just wanted to know how the dog was doing, anyway. I look down at Nero, who is trotting along in pace with me. He snorts and pants as he moves his sturdy little bulldog legs. He resembles a
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Fiction: Semantics

I guess when I look back, it was all a question of semantics. Words were vital to me, a  part of my essence — but not a part of yours. When I was younger, I would sit in my room for hours devouring my favorite poems by Dickinson and Poe,
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Fiction: Comfort Food

Flora sat at a window booth in a 24-hour diner and sipped her coffee, inhaling the rich aroma and trying not to let the liquid burn her tongue. She perused the menu in front of her. It made a lot of promises. Hashbrowns, best in town. Belgian waffles, big as
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Godly Positioning System

A man is driving to a dinner party and he gets to an intersection and he doesn’t know which path to take, so he looks down at his navigation device. Except the device recently discovered religion and has since been kind of preachy. “Recalculate route,” says the driver. “Don’t follow
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Definition: yo͞oˈnēk

I’m aware with every grain of my being. Every movement, every gesture, statement, idea brings us only to another complex and interesting thing. “How’s your transition going?” “Good! But the weather confuses me.” “Oh, really? How?” “Well, sometimes it rains but I’s nah cold.” I am aware as I step
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Alcoholic Escapades

He’s blind drunk before last call. They cut him off, and he knows it’s best to leave at this point. It’s too late to catch BART. Home is on the other side of the black water. Lights of Oakland visible through the fog. Tries to light a cigarette and misses
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Foxes on Bridges

The following is a work of fiction. After walking so many times around the quaint college campus, farms and parks, I feel that Lund is an empty city. Most Friday nights are spent drinking watered-down beer on the balcony during the summer I study in Sweden. My drinking buddy is
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