John King
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LoveA Story by John KingRed lines on the face of a field of fescue. Red grid of Radon Red. In evening dusk the dust rises and then falls soundless and insignificant as no li.. |
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Going for a SwimA Story by John KingSo... I hold my breath. Like, for fun. A lot. I don't have a lot of friends.One day, kind of like today, it was super hot outside and my mom had lock.. |
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On Being in the Wrong BathroomA Story by John KingI'm in the bathroom. The wrong bathroom. Squeaky toys sit behind polished glass in front of me, me squatting with tensed muscles in front of the plast.. |
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You, Me, and Pennyroyal TeaA Story by John KingI'm tired. So I'm sitting at the table in the kitchen, writing. I have an idea for a story called Pennyroyal Tea. I would try to articulate it, share.. |
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Teddy Roosevelt Shows an Enemy of the State What A..A Story by John KingThe dark skinned man walked tiredly into the gas station. As he made his way to the men's room, he caught the eye of a middle aged man in a camouflag.. |
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