There’s More Than One Way to Leave a Ghost

The driver of the station wagon slowed his car to a stop to witness a scene in which two children were standing in front of a house (the roof of which was entirely snow covered) for the older child held a gun to the younger child with his arms raised. The driver of the station wagon did not know that the children were brothers, that the gun the older brother held up to his younger brother was merely an unloaded toy rifle, that the bang reverberating was the older brother yelling—somehow convincingly—bang, that the younger brother fell on his back in the snow in front of their (the brothers’) brick home in a fit of giggles, so when the older brother turned to look at the road in front of his house, the driver of the station wagon dared black ice in a tire squealing escape, and once the station wagon had passed the older brother extended his gloved hand to his younger brother, who left a fat angel in the powdery white.

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Gloomy Sunrise

He sat down in his rocking chair on the porch and simply stared out into the distant sunrise, all the while taking short little sips from his fresh coffee, and quick little puffs from his stale cigarettes.
It really was a completely different world out there, without her by his side.

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The relief flooded his being as the infant’s first cry rang out, mixing with the exhausted yet ecstatic sobbing of the child’s mother.

“It shouldn’t have happened here”, he thought, “in the back seat of my car, either now or 9 months ago.”

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Kelly was my girlfriend at the time and she tried to shock me one day by showing me that she had shaved her head. I just laughed because I knew I had a far better shock waiting for her in my backyard where I kept the dead bodies of all the people I had murdered.

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Isabella’s Basil

He’d been a quiet sort during their marriage, and he was still a quiet sort now she supposed, as she plucked the leaves and popped them on top of the tomato and mozzarella. In a way, they were closer than they’d ever been – and lets face it, he was delicious – her husband, her Basil.

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Somwhere in April

Four months ago, I remembered he just rang on my mobile and said that I have to forget her and forgive him for was being trying by force me to do so, then sudden warm tear drop came from somewhere in my eyes and went down through my cheeks, felt my heart almost stop there, and kind of butterfly effects in side my stomach. Deeply I went blank, which felt to me that whole world was deteriorating on top of my head and still don’t know why he did that to me but he seems to be very happy and moving on nowadays.

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Long Day Ahead

The autumn morning was crisp, as fresh as the river water Jim could see from his porch as he sipped his coffee and watched the sun rise. He sighed then, upset by the contrast between the beauty of the world and the ugliness of what he had to do in it that day.

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