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DEATH BEFORE DISCO

disco
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819

“Hey, Red. Bum a smoke?” She was standing by the vending machines, so still I almost walked right past her without noticing. Blame it on highway hypnosis; I’d been driving for hours with nothing to focus on except miles of cornfields and the pavement ahead of me. Flat farmland the whole way and not a single interesting bit of roadside flair, unless you counted that broken-down old van I passed just before the rest stop with the words DEATH BEFORE DISCO painted on the back. “Oh,” I said, turning back from the women’s bathroom where I’d been heading. “Yeah, sure,

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Bacon Came Back

bacon
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948

The day Bacon came back, he just walked through the door and said “Hello.” Like nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t been gone for 15 years. Son of a bitch walked in like he owned the joint, sat down in the chair across from me, and said “Hello.” “‘Hello’?” I could barely look at him, I was so angry. “‘Hello’? That’s all you have to say, you cowardly shit?” Bacon shrugged his shoulders and gave me his best ‘what do you want from me’ grin. It was pretty obvious he was sure I was going to forgive him. I

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Magic Marty

vent
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1225

When you’re a little kid, you do some strange stuff to get attention. Especially when you’re an only child and then poof, you’re not, you’re getting the “little brother or sister” pep talk from Mom and Dad and everything changes. You’re used to being the center of their world, being told you’re the most special little girl, but as Mom’s belly gets bigger and bigger and Dad’s patience with you gets smaller and smaller you realize it’s not going to go back the way it was. Not ever. That’s what happened to me when I was seven, anyway. I was the kind

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Where It Ends

wife
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I loved him fiercely and with total abandon. This isn’t a story where it starts with love at first sight, or stupid clichéd kisses in the rain, or even a meet-cute like in a Hollywood movie. Most movies get it wrong anyway. In fact, where it starts isn’t even important. It’s the end that really matters. You know, the end. Where he’s sitting at the table, staring at me blankly. Warriors in combat. A dinner separating us that may as well have been a mile full of landmines. But I suppose we have to at least touch on it. Where

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20 Super-Short, Super-Spooky Stories For Halloween

halloween
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1000

I peeked outside. The pizza delivery guy is at the door, but I didn’t order a pizza — and definitely not from someone wearing a pig mask. My mother has been screaming at the front door for hours now. She’s not happy that I killed her with my bare hands. I have a friend named Charlie. I’m playing at his house but it’s cold down here in the basement. I wonder when Charlie will let me go home. If you get scared at night, don’t keep your eyes closed for too long. There’s a reason you’re scared, and now you

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July

july
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737

I am trying, but not hard enough. He grips me with thin fingers, pulling me closer, his skin hot and sticky against mine. Make me feel it, he says, and his desperation makes me weak because I don't know how. I am sixteen and stupid and I don't know how to do anything. Everyone has told me he’s a jerk, I’m worth more than the way he treats me but I love the way he smells and how his hands move when he talks. I have told him how I feel but he laughed at me so instead, I offered

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Dead Air

radio
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447

I had a really special bond with my grandmother.  A lot of girls will say that, but I think ours was deeper.  Different.  We had this electric connection, a current of energy that ran between us like crackling livewires.  When she passed away at the ripe old age of 92 I should’ve just been happy to have her as long as I did but instead it felt like I’d lost a limb, a part of me that had always been there and left an ache in its absence. We used to listen to AM radio together.  It was our thing,

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The Prom Queen Is Dead

promqueen
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893

And you’re not. It’s that simple. She’s dead, the beautiful blonde who literally gasped in surprise when the principal read her name, announcing that she’d won. Someone caught it on camera and in a week or so you were pointing at that gasp without touching the photo to tell someone else on the yearbook staff yep, that’s it, put that one in the center of the layout. You picked it because it was the prettiest, the most palatable, and not because you knew her in any way. You didn’t care if she’d be excited and gasp again when she saw

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Tent Number 7

tent
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1276

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m sitting at my computer, half past midnight, my fingers pecking out these terrible words on the keyboard, but insomnia is a bitch and my therapist says this is a very healthy exercise. All I want is to get some sleep. He says that the words need to come out. They’re clogging up my insides like sludge in ancient plumbing beneath a crumbling house. Words can be poison, he says. Thoughts can be poison. It’s like draining a wound, he says, but don’t you have to drain a wound over and over

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It Will Come Back

trash
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2688

Don't let it in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ! Don't be kind to it Honey don't feed it - it will come back - from "It Will Come Back" by Hozier “Maddy, what do you have under your fingernails?" Madison stared at her hands with a kind of false confusion only afforded to a five-year-old. The answer was very obvious — he knew it, she knew it, but the answer was going to get her in trouble and therefore she was buying time. “Um.” She paused, drew in a breath, let it out again. “Ummmmm.” Stalling, still,