Fiction
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.
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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.
Fiction
When the coach called again, Wayne felt his temper slipping.
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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.
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His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.
tered into pieces across the floor.
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We shall still cherish in our hearts the memory of those dead.
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“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.
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My own experience is that the more we study Art, the less we care for Nature.
Fiction
You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.
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He studies their mannerisms, looking for clues to the psycho spirit.
Fiction
They caught those few of us left unclaimed by the one emotion, or the other.
Fiction
In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.
Fiction
I don’t think I was very frightened. I was simply hungry for home.
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It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.
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“You think you know me,” the girl spat back, locking eyes with Esiha.
