the chilliad
fiction
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It Is Easy
The only way to handle pain, Joanna’s father used to tell her, is to aggravate it. Push down on your bruises until they collapse into numb whiteness beneath your fingers. Pain is human. It can be bullied.
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The Act of Not Writing
We finger empty notebooks and then feel dirty about it, their empty pages like vacuums for all the promises I breathed into your mouth. I’m going to write you down.
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Return to Sender
Elvis gets hundreds of Valentines every year.
nonfiction
c’est tout.
disaster! an autobiography
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You Think They’re Normal But Your Parents Could Be Hiring Hitmen Under Your VERY NOSE
the first thing any farm kid will tell you is that living on a farm teaches you pretty immediately that Death Comes For Everybody, But It Comes For Your Animals First.
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Roses Are Red, Carnations Are Pink, This Was A Mistake, Oh God, This Was A Terrible Mistake
as a high school freshman, i was in love with a senior boy. his name was something like, but not exactly, harry. my high school did have a handsome boy who was older than me named harry—although, now that i’m writing this, i’m remembering that actually his name was dylan.
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THEIR TEETH, BUDDY!!!; Or, I Respect Sharks’ Right To Live But They Should Stay TF Away From Me
“SHARK,” i said. “SHARK?” he gasped, leaning over the edge of the boat.
molly ofgeography 