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Fiction
Fiction
It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.
Story of the Week
Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.
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When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.
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There was a blue wool afghan draped across the back of the couch.
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We were hurtling close to a hundred miles an hour through the dark.
Classics
“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”
Fiction
Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.
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All we knew from my father was that my sister had to be cut from her car.
Classics
In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.
Fiction
He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.
Fiction
“I might surprise you,” Mr. Maxi said. Polly hoped he’d go all out.
Fiction
This is not America! It is not the America I grew up in, it’s
a joke.
a joke.
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I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.
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“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”
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Of late a graduate student named Cassius has joined our ranks.
Fiction
I felt that this maternal oblivion could be the rest of my life.
Fiction
There in the trees, swinging from branch to branch, they saw Pete.
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The cottage stood as a metaphor for what she wanted out of life.
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The King’s affair was supposed to be a secret. But you know how it is.
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Our remarks must be tempered by a sense of cooperation.
Fiction
Don’t tell him you’re a virgin, says Peggy. You’ll freak him out.
Story of the Week
A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.
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He was nervous and ill at ease, but my bearing seemed to reassure him.
Fiction
He’s clear about his wishes: to die in this house, in his own bed.
Fiction
If there was any magic in his sad life, it happened on that day.
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They danced only with one another and did not speak to white boys.
Fiction
He’s got a nice, deep kind of voice. He doesn’t sound redneck at all.