by: Aaron Dethrage
Old childhood joys–tenebrous train toys and towering marble mazes–all mirror our destinies. With increasing speed and terror-filled eyes, we fly.
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Seven writers, one for each day of the week, write a random number of words inspired by a random word - the word of the day at http://oneword.com - and choose a song to accompany their piece. Theoretically, we'll be doing this for a year. In February of next year, we will have a year in prose.
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May
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- Shuddering in the Last Seat on the Left.
- A Concerned German Mother
- Wasted
- Collar
- His Arms Are Heavy
- she thought the white would like especially nice w...
- Blood and Music
- Scarred but Stronger.
- Space Suits Don't Come With Ties.
- A Sweet Kind of Saltiness
- The Hipster Hoagie
- Legend of the Great White Kite
- Double Post!
- Prequel to Adulthood
- Reflex
- Train-Tracked Lives.
- Weapons
- Bad Luck for the Boys of the Town
- The Man Whose Name was Anonymous
- Double Post!
- Premonition
- Until You're Ready, It's Mine.
- Bingeing and Purring (The One Who Starts The Fire)
- Oblivious
- The Ship in Grim Silence bears the Wave's Lashes
- New Life
- who erases with a foam paint roller?
- How I've Never Had All of Myself in One Place
- Ignoring the Signs.
- Fuel for the Fire
- A whole lot of maybes.
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