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Short Stories
Next Door to God
Practice Kid
Monsters to the Rescue
Heirloom of Anger
Heart Like a Sunless Sea
Uncle Walrus
On the Bus
Devil Tree
The Saddest Word in the World
River Through Broken Things
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The Lord is my neighbor. I shall not go bored. |
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To help educate me, my wife came up with a brilliant idea. I should borrow our nephew--good thinking because if you're going to borrow a kid, it should be one that knows you--and have him be my practice child. |
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My uncle had an obsession with pausing the tape right at the goriest parts, such as a hatchet in the face. Then he'd go make a sandwich. |
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I will give my daugher my CD collection because she will need to own good music, and even in my fifties, I will still need to validate my tastes by forcing someone else to agree with them. |
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In his angry mind and in his aching heart, the young man cursed everything. God, the sky, the earth, her, himself.
The river listened. |
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Kyle's uncle. If he fell asleep at the beach, someone was sure to try rolling him back into the ocean. A plastic tube poked out through a hole in his throat, just below the jut of his Adam's apple. |
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They carried more than possessions. They carried the need to be cool, which was a code word for "accepted." They carried the fear that they would be excluded, friendless, dateless. They carried dreams of making the basketball team, slam-dunking in front of the whole school, being carried through the halls on a river of admiring fans. |
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It was the Devil. He wore a brown suit and had a shiny badge pinned to his lapel, a pair of half-moon glasses perched on the end of his nose above a soothing smile. He looked exactly the way I thought he would. |
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One day the king sent notice throughout his kingdom that he would give a thousand gold coins to the one who could name for him the saddest single word in the world. |
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In his dreams, he was the river, large and elastic. Stretched mile over mile of mud and rock. |
