Stories frank_lee

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Our Turn

And every time I hear that same old tired music I see her face again Lit by whatever screams light In a crowded southside club Everyone was dancing and beautiful Because everyone dancing is beautiful Songs about whatever lasts forever Because something always does – Be it heartbreak or love – And I had to lean in close and whisper Something about love and fucking Just...Read On

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Touch

No one can breathe. Only the moon is touching them now. Someone's dog barks. Then nothing. Maybe some quick animal cutting through the night behind someone's house. Everything is dark but the skin of the pond and their skin, their shapes highlighted in pale gold, as if the moon were sculpting them into being, as if they were brand new creatures born with invented memories of each other. ...Read On

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Voiceless

i dont know how to say these things that the diamonds rolling off our skin are only rain, crossing us in tiny rivers of light that we are always rising but never weightless that she steals into my dreams to light quiet fires I dont know how to speak of dry leaves lifting off the pavement on a carpet of wind or how the sun only loves us a few hours at a time and how my...Read On

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Here

This is where I put things  Everything that has no other place  Here's a tiny spate of gentle rain  Coming at the end of a hard spring  And here's that moment  I sat beside her  Studying the lines of her face  While the world was burning down  To nothing we could use anymore Here are all the silences  Between the words we gave away  And here are the remnants of my heart  ...Read On

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Echo's Run 3

Echo studied her hair in the rearview mirror of Hawke’s truck. He hadn’t done too badly cutting it, and it hadn’t taken her long to add a few finishing touches with the scissors. The change was simple, yet drastic enough she barely recognized herself. A sense of exhilaration played at the edges of her nerves. In a long sleeved blouse and oversized shades, Trey could pass her on the sidewalk...Read On

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Echo's Run 2

“Echo,” he said. “It’s time to get started.” She had to blink a few times to get focused. Hawke was sitting on the bunk opposite hers in the trailer. He was leaning onto his elbows down on his knees, watching her face even though the cropped T she went to sleep in had ridden up over her left, candy tipped breast. She wasn’t even aware of it until he reached over and gingerly pulled the edge...Read On

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Echo's Run 1

The machine streaked across the desert, screaming through bleak vistas of scorched earth where nothing lives without a little outside help. Joshua trees and desultory vultures. Fossils buried under the salt floor of ancient seas. She was hammering the gas, white knuckling the wheel until the screaming of the engine drowned out the screaming in her mind. She was riding inside a shot bullet,...Read On

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The Freak Inside

Empty brick factories were falling down around her. Glory days abandoned. Hungry souls watched from every broken window. The black thigh highs were balled up in the same hand with her clutch. They were only a couple shades darker than the tone of her bare thighs. The spikes she’d been wearing dangled from the other hand. It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still...Read On

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Mouse

Mouse had taken to dancing in her panties and socks. Her shoulder-length hair - fine, yet a nondescript, easily forgettable shade of brown - whipped around her head and got caught in her glasses. But she kept going, arms and legs flailing wildly yet not without a sense of design. It was as if she were moving to some bright vision of grace in her mind that her body couldn't keep up with. ...Read On

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Who Am I Now?

Sexual Content Warning: This story has a pathetically low ratio of gratuitous sexual activity.

He was thinking about that rickety set of wooden stairs going up the side of the house. Rickety house. Rickety love. Then the train banked at speed and Bill listed sideways into a much bigger, dark-skinned man sitting a space away. The man hardly budged. Bill was sure he was the only one in the entire car who swayed as far as the train. He mumbled a garbled apology and righted himself...Read On

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Economy

“Keep your voice down,” Zach hissed forcefully. “You’ll wake her up…if you haven’t already.” He was fighting a losing battle to calm down the naked blonde. Everything had been going perfectly until she started in on Jamey again. He wished he could turn the clock back about twenty minutes, when they were still chest deep in his swimming pool, her lithe legs encircling him while he lifted...Read On