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…okay, so not all of these pennies are ‘fiction.’

They’re still pennies, though!

Ode to Edward

I loved three women but only took two. Mother stayed in bed while the others kept me warm.

The Butcher Holodomor

Our village was small and hungry. Everyone always invited the butcher to supper, but he would return the favor only once.

Dreaming

I dreamt of the grave every night since I was born. Always getting closer. Then, one day, I stopped dreaming altogether.

Voided

I was given a choice between nothingness and nonexistence. I didn’t choose either, but in the end, both claimed me.

Endless as we Know it

The bang was so big we still haven’t stopped spinning. We are nothing more than germs in motion.

Along the Same Lines of Rewarding Rewording

We are equivalent, consignificant, parallel, identical, tantamount, synonymous, and hyponymously alternative. In other words, we are the same, more or less.

Poet

Her prose and her poise were both wildly poetic. Though she would always insist, “I am a writer.”