TINY
STORIES
As
the storm raged on, the train approached the bridge. Fiona's mistake
was switching seats.
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Out of the darkness, the neon flashed: ”Automat”. Within,
kindred souls warmed over free “ketchup soup”.
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No
matter that he broke her heart. She will forever regret the stain of
lentil stew on the ceiling.
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Two
tiny ladies gingerly balanced upon their high heel shoes. It was
merely a gentle breeze that toppled them.
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This
was their last kiss. He turned, and wiped away a tear along with his
fingerprints.
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When
you are seven, you will always cherish the aroma of apple tarts. When
you
are seven, you will always have your grandmother there to bake them.
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There
are a thousand more places I would rather be than here. But then, I
get to glow in the dark like those forgotten plastic saints.
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One
summer's eve, he touched her skin through a small hole in her skirt.
Today, it hangs abandoned on a rack in the Good Will.
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The
naked woman stood on the seventh floor ledge. She was only supposed
to teach him a lesson until the chorus of onlookers shouted,
“Jump.”
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Wearily,
Dr. Maudlin turned off the laboratory's lights and crept out. He
failed to notice the malus
peregrinus lurking
in the corner.
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Winky
Dink's escape was immenent until someone erased the dangling rope.
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Miss
Holloway was born on a dark winter morning ; a brittle branch
breaking day. Now is the Autumn of her life.
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One
dead leaf clings to her window. He is gone.
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