Tag: charles lennox
group name: fiftyworders
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June 07, 2006 10:25 PM EDT --
We found him like this, the soldier said.
My brother returned from the war alive as a statue. He did not speak, move, eat, but his heart beat and lungs filled with air.
We hoped, but he remained the . . .
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April 07, 2006 12:33 PM EDT --
A man imagined a place he'd rather be and sketched it on paper. One day, while walking, he found the place he created. He sat on an ice bench under a tree covered with fruit, the wind scented of roses. . . .
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April 28, 2006 02:20 PM EDT --
Fortune cookie says, You'll find love today.
I sit in a corner, a dark tall corner of a dark tall building. Will my lover be fat, deformed, untidy? A dripping faucet? Other people join me. We build . . .
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August 04, 2006 04:54 PM EDT --
The picture did the son no good. But the name.
Two prostitutes knew the man he was looking for. By the wharf, one said. No good nothing, the other said.
Abandoned industrial building. The man lay under . . .
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August 09, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
They stood in the rain on an empty street.
"No one, Kelly, means more to me than you."
To him it wasn't a mere line, some commonplace phrase. He meant every word.
"Cut," someone . . .
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May 05, 2006 01:43 AM EDT --
This town is full of Nobody's.
One day, a Somebody arrives. All the Nobody's follow him, craving him intimately and delicately. A Nobody, tired of the Nobody life, licks him. Like honey. They . . .
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June 22, 2006 06:09 PM EDT --
He found the book at a garage sale. It cost one dollar.
To his amazement, the story was his own, foretelling who he would marry and how they fell in love. Every detail came true.
He secluded himself . . .
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June 19, 2006 04:57 PM EDT --
Three volunteers, all mid-twenties, received an experimental drug and were told they would die.
The first volunteer quit his job and became a missionary. The second went sightseeing, climbing different . . .
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July 05, 2006 06:42 PM EDT --
She never meant to pry. She smiled and the man's wrinkled face bended up to smile back. He closed the journal and buried it in a pocket and watched the bay fill with rain until his stop. Her stop was . . .
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May 09, 2006 02:53 PM EDT --
The widow collected broken hearts, preying on infants of unrequited love. She kept them in economy sized pickle jars. Hearts in the living room, bedroom, hearts in the shower, kitchen cabinets, attic. . . .
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October 20, 2006 05:17 PM EDT --
Both sides of the family arrived to partake in the meal.
The widow brought out the first course. After a prayer, everyone divided portions of the prepared husband, savoring tender bites of his innocence . . .
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June 29, 2006 02:32 PM EDT --
Becky calls him 'Cowboy' because he wears a Stetson and for another reason she keeps closed within her mouth.
"Come over," Cowboy says.
"Okay," she speaks into the cell phone. . . .
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July 19, 2006 01:33 AM EDT --
Dear Diary,
Found out from Jennie that Kirsten's going to keep it. What a mistake. Her life's over and the Bastard's already moved on to Karen Whore-ski. If she asks, I'll tell her "Don't". . . .
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June 30, 2006 03:39 PM EDT --
She remembered when the dog somehow climbed the chicken wire fence while tied to a tree and hung itself. Daddy wrapped the dog in a towel and dropped it in the lake as she watched.
Her hands released . . .
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July 10, 2006 02:08 PM EDT --
they were to fall in love.
he would say something and she would laugh, and their time from then on would involve much laughter and little crying. but he walked past and she watched the door close behind . . .
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June 28, 2006 02:25 PM EDT --
He takes my picture, disinclined. *Click*
My face develops on the Polaroid as the naked stranger curls to sleep, first in sepia form and then, with a few shakes, color bleeds in. Remember how I look - . . .
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April 18, 2006 06:55 PM EDT --
She took a doll and whispered her secret into the cotton stuffed ear, then trashed it.
But the doll mysteriously began appearing; on her pillow, at family dinners, sitting on a picture of her dad. She . . .
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December 07, 2006 02:36 PM EST --
I don’t recognize the phone number.
- Hello.
- John?
The girl’s voice is young, like my teenage daughter’s.
- Wrong number.
- John, please.
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July 19, 2006 08:03 PM EDT --
Husband on hotel bed; wife's reflection in bathroom mirror brushes hair.
Husband says, "I'm running late."
"Go," Wife's reflection says. "I'll handle check out." . . .
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June 05, 2006 07:22 PM EDT --
They arrive in long caravans, individuals and families moving to Naisyle where they crowd under its unyielding rain known to erase pain and heartache. People stand shoulder to shoulder, drenched, without . . .
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