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Ten Toppers for Topping Top Tens.
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She Lives in a Tree Now
She lives in a tree now. It’s the only place left where she can get some peace and quiet. The windows of the little houses in the neighborhood wink and blink and flutter at her, their blinds opening and closing every time she walks past. Every time she bikes by. She is never alone. Even after Jed left and she thought she was going to have long silent hours to write, long hours alone with the noise in her head, with the words cramping her hand as she tried to keep up with her imagination. The words making her fingers stiff with premature arthritis. But even then. Even then they came. First t...
A New New Normal
I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing continuously. I let it ring a few times and hoped that the person on the other would get the hint and stop calling. Unfortunately, whoever was calling needed me right then and there and couldn’t wait until a reasonable hour to talk to me. After the third call came through I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. “Why?” I answered the phone without even looking at the caller ID.“Alessia,www.onedoor.cc tell me you watched the news this morning,” Devin’s voice came out from the other end.“No, you woke me up.”“Get out of bed right now and turn on Chan...
Lint
It is an innocuous…don’t really know what to call it. It reminds me of having your soul cleaned by a professional. Your sins are pulled from you by the mere mention of the word salvation. Father Maytag and Mother Westinghouse, delve into the spirit of who you are, and spin the inevitable shedding of life’s lessons into the collection basket for easy disposal. But that is not the reason I chose lint as something to collect. My first inclination was to use it to stuff pillows with, like the new version of My Pillow, which in actuality would be closer to personal experience than some guy who app...