DisassociatedWord's Favorites
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You're Nobody in Hollywood Till Your 1st DUI

“It was a routine night in West Hollywood, never a dull moment I tell you. You just never know which celebrity, has been or w…
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You Know It's a Good Party When...

Eyes wide, Malcolm sat on the couch staring at nothing, saying nothing. All around him lay the detritous of yet another fabul…
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. . but I'd still wear sunglasses
They tell you not to stare into the sun, something about corneal sunburn. Well I’m here to tell you that thats bogus. They ar…
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Mary Jane's Last Dance

Mary Jane gunned the motor of the old blue VW bus. She took one last look at the yellow house she had spent all last summer p…
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In the Past, Five Minutes
Repent.
Here come the heathens, wailing and roaring. They thunder through the hallway, banging on doors, crying, screaming. ...
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Breaking Up is Hard (Though Rocket Launchers Make it Significantly Easier)
Gates turned the corner in full sprint, and skidded to a stop. “Bollocks!” he shouted. Another hallway. Another dead-end.
Ga…
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Colors of summer

Colors of summer, they pour out of the sky like a drink for the soul. They dance through the clouds like a song in your heart…
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Those days

Do you remember those days? I can remember them well.
The tubes were so huge! And mom was there when you fell.
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An Ear for Music

Darby always had an “ear” for music. Michael says that it’s a gift – a God given talent. Mr. Tipton says that it’s her discip…
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Eight Dollars in Cuba

Just two blocks from home, Lazaro collapsed on the street corner. His wife and four children had exhausted their monthly food…
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Early Morning Vandalism

His car was the one at the end of the third floor parking garage. I watched him from my own vehicle as he dragged his fat ass…
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Snatches of conversation from a coyote's lips
“When cockroaches are born, they’re this semi-translucent shade of white, pure and virginal. And over time they turn that hid…
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Peace in the Fog
Fog always put me in a good mood. So it was no surprise that I found myself content for the first time the entire night as I …
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Calm in the Mind

Suddenly, with the angel in my arms, the clouds depart. The steadily easing patter of the rain slows and stops till the porch…
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Seattle's Grunge on a Sunday
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Writer's Block and an Ethanol Chevy
“Way to go, writer’s block. Once again you’ve left me with a blank page.” Josephine Laniver stared at her paper. The world-cl…
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The Smell of Dead Cigarettes
Walking into the room I can barely make out the faces of those seated by the walls. Only about thirty by thirty feet, and ven…
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I Would Throw My Whole Billfold
I looked down into the palm of my hand.A shiny, beautiful, penny that I had found earlier that day was in the midst of a dirt…
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Road Trip Glory
Were taking turns at the wheel as we drive all night long. Windows open with the fresh air combing our hair. I’m hunched over…
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Sweet Bliss
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Cherry Trees

A little girl and her cherry tree
Two best friends all through the years
Both growing and changing throughout
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Hungover Impeding Ferret-Related Apocalypse

Sunshine flooded in the room.
“Turn that off, it’s too early,” I said.
“Sorry, it’s ten a.m.” my secretary said.
“What are…
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Stealing Lyrics
“You come from a place that hurts.” I said, looking into his eyes.
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Requiem
Catalogs. Shelves stretching into the darkness. Aisles both ways, under flickering glow-pads, extend for kilometers. The roof…
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I Almost Feel Creative Tonight
I almost feel creative tonight, on the beach out underneath the stars, crickets singing out in chorus, grass rustling gently …
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Writer's Block....
Writer’s block is always a problem. It handicaps your entry to the “most active authors” list. It keeps you in front of the c…
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Of Angels and Devils (The Creation)
Thena looked down at her blueprints. Drawn quickly on scraps of paper, the lines were fierce, the labels screaming with pain….
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He's Out To Kill

I heard sirens coming from outside my house. I quickly glanced at the clock – 3:00. Good – my parents won’t be home for a goo…
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Fear and its alter-egos

I’d like to be honest with you right now.
I’m not really afraid of anything. I’m really not.
Things dont really scare me l…
