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SHORT

In Short on April 6, 2012 at 12:10 pm
You seem to really like Scandinavians.

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LONG

In Long on April 6, 2012 at 12:05 pm

I step out of my apartment building into the warm summer night. It’s a holiday weekend, and I am lonely.

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GENRE

In Genre on April 6, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Tom didn’t know the electric fist of adrenaline punching your throat during a stick-up—how the tellers’ eyes would go wide and wanton as a woman’s, all the cash in the world shivering at the sweep of Duncan’s Mossberg barrel.

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SHORT

In Short on April 5, 2012 at 12:10 pm

The water was cold, and when it reached our waists we wondered if maybe this was enough.

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LONG

In Long on April 5, 2012 at 12:05 pm

It is the Angel of Death’s first day off in a long, long time.

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GENRE

In Genre on April 5, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Billy didn’t know how many police cars were behind him.

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LONG

In Long on April 3, 2012 at 3:13 pm

My mother is dying.

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GENRE

In Genre on April 3, 2012 at 3:10 pm

They were not reptilian, though from time to time they did flick their tongues.

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SHORT

In Short on April 3, 2012 at 3:05 pm

Foucault was in a nearby aisle browsing through a rack of Hawaiian shirts and assorted pullovers.

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LONG

In Long on April 2, 2012 at 12:35 pm

I met Myra at the Sleep Institute. She suffered from narcolepsy; I was there for my dreams.

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GENRE

In Genre on April 2, 2012 at 12:30 pm

As those rounds tore through the crook’s body, Essex was already moving.

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SHORT

In Short on April 2, 2012 at 12:25 pm

Next thing you know the King had me locked in a tower with orders to spin straw into gold.

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SHORT

In Short on March 30, 2012 at 12:10 pm

I had topped and pruned the fruit trees last fall on our half acre lot about a mile outside the murder capital. 

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LONG

In Long on March 30, 2012 at 12:07 pm

—I’m going to become a naturist, she said. I want to feel the breeze against my skin and go skinny-dipping like I did as a kid.

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GENRE

In Genre on March 30, 2012 at 12:05 pm

As those rounds tore through the crook’s body, Essex was already moving.

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