Tag: literature

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Rezanoff Drive, by Glenn Nelson

I can no longer remember certain things about the past. Faces dissolve…. A gentle touch… gone… like a candle blown out by the wind. There are still shapes in the fog…. A sort of lingering form in the darkness. I can still remember the disjointed rattling of the el train as it passes by my…
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Drinking Hour, by Rin Baatz

Rosy, so rosy now. You tip the liquid fire down your throat and take the wheel. Nobody else is out. It’s dark for this time of day. It’ll be fine. It’s late. You’re running late. The wheel hurts your warm hands. Shaking, shivering, you take control. So far so good. You don’t notice how you…
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