Everything changes
But everything
Stays the same
literature
She lends plainness and comfort
In block letters.
The store calls her hot food
Which is a thing if you have never had
A family banquet
As the wetness in my mouth dries up
and the blood in my arms returns to the earth
under the weight of wood and cardboard,
I remain American.
The garlic-chopping knife takes an extra iron tango step, dancing with his flesh. He runs to the bathroom, showering the wound with iodine from the first-aid kit and covering it with a thick gauze blanket that turns crimson in a second.
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The askatl live to be wanted. They curl up in their isolated pocket of twilight, awaiting with barely contained zeal the toll of the wrong bell.
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Soon after Man saw proof there was no god—none of them—He should have realized the Devil was all too real. But He failed to see His own reflection in the mirror until it was too late.
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Of fevered pitch and dolorous nature,
Cornelia’s screams challenged adventure.
And being a spider, too imposing, quite sable;
“She certainly is vile,” that was the fable.
“Yes, yes. Excellent silhouette, outstanding symmetry. Oh, and the skin tone is spot on.”
Darla knew she was good and almost smiled. But pride had never won a battle against guilt in this ever-lasting war of hers.
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The man tiptoes around the bed but his steps are not light enough atop the coarse carpet and she wakes.
Where are you going, she asks.
Go back to sleep, he says.
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The fox spirit imbues Jian Jingsheng Jiuliang with life. Jian De meets Yifei Liu.
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