| Listen to Matthew read his flash Rivals from week #20 – Rivals |  |
| The mongoose sniffs the breeze, listens to the mass of slithering poison in the sugarcane. Evolution has taught her patience. She stands, unmoved for centuries, the art of killing heavy within her almond colored eyes. |
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“This family moved to the city after the war, and we’ve hung on like ticks on a dog’s ass ever since,” his father would say. “Someday, one of us is going to explode. You’ll see.”
- K. Grotke |
| Sleep, when it comes, comes in a rush like an orgasm. You’re not sleeping-you’re inside your head, thinking, tracing the action in the room with your ears, then suddenly you’re gone. - M. Webb |
| Upon the horrifying discovery that the citizens’ needs were met and their appetites sated, the regime moved quickly to avert a moral crisis. - B. Heise |
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The nun sitting across from them clutches her iPod like a crucifix and lowers the volume of her soundboard bootlegged Melissa Etheridge to better eavesdrop.
- S. Stucko |
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I read that hyenas come out of the womb already fighting. In that sentiment I recognised you. - R. Lawson |
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He worried that someone would look up from the honking streets, maybe some crazy kid. The kid might see the white dazzle of his shirt, might scream. - H. Taylor |
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He stood, stuffed the beep-boop twinkle stick into his breast pocket and headed back to the Impossible Blue Box, whistling an Arcturian pop tune that wouldn’t be written for another eleven centuries.
- T. Allman |
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Are you there? It’s been so long since I had someone to talk to. Besides Oscar and Wilde, I mean.
- F. Rasky |
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I dearly want to reject Darwin.
- A. McDermid |
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That is our bargain – a lifetime détente in exchange for a feast – although I had never been consulted. It’s an ancient marriage made by some outer space yenta.
- R. Houle |
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Hello ghosts. I’m not ready yet to become
part of your toothless frothing group but I
thank you for the bubbling foamy offer. - D. Price |
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Four feet is all a shark needs. - A. Lockwood |
| It started with other things—snow globes smashed through windows, dead birds tucked behind the chocolate milk—but it was her hair the rest of the world noticed. - L. Kuntz |
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The wind tricks the lock shut. The hourglass is turned. Your feet touch together and you hold them - D. Bond |
| her body
in general reminded him of sacks of damp fodder left in a field
- S. Power-Chopra |
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each sends sound waves that ripple across the interminable unfoldings of the apparent dissonance of an earthquake in winter - S. Hastings-King |
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I should have learned to be patient in my loneliness, still enough to watch a rosebud bloom - S. L. Compton |
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He pictures their heads and bodies exploding, the blood spilling into the water, or maybe diluting the soft sand - A. Nair |
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Their children are borne from small stones that lay atop a dusty hill - M. Hamilton |
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You can’t believe the dirty girls we get here for head shots - S. Tepper |
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just breathe, until the only noise is my pulse thumping through my brain and all I see are smoky-white trails of spent fireworks echoing against my closed eyelids - L. Simoni-Wastila |
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It meant she could slip outside when the insomnia got to her, curl up in the driver’s seat, and smell his last remaining trace - E. K. Switaj |
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I’d like to say we didn’t remember the Alamo, but one of ours had to piss - R. Collins |
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I could see a glimpse of admiration in her eyes: the men in her future would have to be able to moo just like that - M. Speh |
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It spreads itself across the back of my head. I’m ready to pull off a piece of my skull to get to it - A. McDermid |
| She had been warned. On first glance, this species seemed like another average task: anthropoid, medium-brained, clueless about any realm beyond the third dimension - D. Lang |
Oh Matt, I love hearing you tell this story. It remains one of my favorites. peace…