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Intrinsick Three Point Oh My! - Twenty Nineteen Onward
Louis J. Fagan |
Sometimes khakis, sometimes Carolinas, sometimes both. The Heartbeat of Americana Vitality, Explored
The small town thrived until it died. |
Waitress by Thunderchild7 | Flickr
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Diego Lama |
Write a bio in three lines? And Then Using Only Six Words?
I am sure I will fail. |
Tweet by wonderferret | Flickr
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Rose Facchini |
She translates the silly and the weird. Life Is Stupid Without the Funny
Exposition occurred. Climax ensued. Finally, denouement. |
Tweet by wonderferret | Flickr
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Tim Hildebrandt |
A fool in the human race. Driven by Fear, Hunger, and Disappointment
Not smart enough to know better. |
Snoozing by Thad Zajdowicz | Flickr
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Adam Breckenridge |
He lives wherever he may be. He Believed Love Could Defeat Fascism
His skull is Dear Leader's favorite. |
Memorial to Napoleon by Mustang Joe | Flickr
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Graham Robert Scott |
Who doesn't like the word "defenestration"? Subfenestration Snubfenestrated
He serenaded. She closed the window. |
朝州式鱼头锅 by Alpha | Flickr
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Erin Lunde |
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Dan Wallace |
Still crazy after all these years. When Death Comes Knocking Don't Answer
Hair on fire; need a drink. |
King of the coquina by Jill Bazeley | Flickr
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Liam Hogan |
Wordle addicted wordsmith who worries words. The Answer to the Ultimate Question
Is no, however you ask it. |
Emergency Face by Dan | Flickr
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Andrew Sanger |
Usually writing himself into a corner. She Was Lying on the Sidewalk
"Mind if I join you?" "Sure." |
Untitled by Ken Walton | Flickr
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Danielle Resh |
92% laughter, 9% bad at math. Adventures of a Shopping Mall Santa
Kids want Santa; Santa wants coffee. |
Baby Toss by Shane Gorski | Flickr
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Maddie Brown |
Writer newly addicted to French fries. Every Christmas in New York City
The subway is standing room only. |
Social Media 01 by Rosaura Ochoa | Flickr
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Christina Ray Henry |
Reluctantly human, still learning to live. On Wanting Earth to Devour Me
She spat me from her mouth. |
Alpacas by Diane Hamilton | Flickr
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Meredith Kurz |
Full of coffee, ideas and procrastination. Hycean Planets: Human’s Future… or Death?
Space travel accelerated evolution’s time machine. |
Sleeping by 2C2K Photography | Flickr
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Patrick Barb |
Born in the South, Midwestern now. No Keurig for Coffee Pod People
No human beans survived the Roasting. |
zombie-sign by Cindy Shebley | Flickr
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Elle Michael River |
Taco Enthusiast. Overthinks Everything. Oh... Hello. I'm Sorry But Summer Is Dead
The final firefly flickered and fell. |
Bread of Life by Jaci XIII | Flickr
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Elizabeth Barton |
Her name’s anagram: hot albeit brazen. My Existence Owed to a Lie
“I’m sterile.” So said my grandfather. |
21 by Didriks | Flickr
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Yash Seyedbagheri |
Yash Seyedbagheri is a self-proclaimed Romantic. Runaway
She's gone. Yes. It's the milkman |
Santa Claus, Indiana by millr | Flickr
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Charlie Rogers |
The void says howdy, offers candy. The Horrid Truth About Twelfth Street
Sorry, I might like Starbucks better. |
The Syringe by Zior_ | Flickr
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John Blair |
Lazy dreamer wants to do good. Six Ways to Not Get Caught
Fully follicled is really not fun. |
The Usual Suspects by ap. | Flickr
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Emily Smith |
The one girl who's always cold. Lies to Watch For, a Summary
"I've never been fed," cat said. |
Kittens in a box! by David Lifson | Flickr
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David Clarkson |
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R.R. Angell |
Born. Raised. Deprogrammed. Writer. Partnered. Happy. Zombie Cupid and the Genius Broker
Needy kid. Mad scientist. Aloof storyteller. |
Power Tool Drag Races by Scott Beale | Flickr
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Tori Fredrick |
Proud to be a misophonia survivor. A Tragedy in Six One-Word Acts
Excessively loud chewing spurred human sacrifice. |
Dalai Lama's Birthday by Francis Mariani| Flickr
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Leah Mueller |
Vegan chef. Tarot pro. Indie Writer. The Right Way to Move Backward
Backwards is the opposite of forward. |
Room 8 by Squid Ink | Flickr
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David Hammond |
Father, farter, writer, writher, thinker, drinker. The Grim Reaper’s First Scythe Swipe
“Nice try, Dad. I’m onto you.” |
rock on by Eric Chu | Flickr
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John Adams |
Cat-dependent improviser that plays boardgames. "Wedding-night Shock" (or "The Bride Revealed")
She's a bewigged cantaloupe on stilts! |
tin roof frozen custard by stu_spivak | Flickr
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J. L. Harland |
One voice - two authors writing together. They Said Baking is No Sweat
Should’ve been in my kitchen yesterday. |
Miss G Thumb by Justin Carmody | Flickr
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Leroy B. Vaughn |
He knew jack shit. back then. He's Still Here After All This
Shot at and missed. Still alive. |
Shot by Bart Maguire | Flickr
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Neva Bryan |
They called her weird. She agreed. A Writer's Last Will and Testament
I'm dead. Delete my search history. |
Walther PPS by Brandon Jasper | Flickr
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Phoenix DeSimone |
A writer and drinker of life. Considering a Life Without Goddamn Whiskey
It can't be done. I tried. |
Slumber Party by Todd Dwyer | Flickr
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Rebecca Gomez Farrell |
Slays dragons, wanderlust, and absinthe flagons. The Day I Lost My Nose
The rose sniffed back, teeth bared. |
Trail Sign by Lunchbox Larry | Flickr
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Emilian Wojnowski |
A hobbit that's never drunk alcohol. Real Nightmares Do Not Go Away
Attic scrabble. Wakening. Body. 25-year sleep. |
M by Alexander Mueller | Flickr
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Timothy Hennum |
Writer, licensed physical therapist, amateur handyman. Inside an Imperishable Coffin, Waking Up
Fingernails dig trenches in the Styrofoam. |
a freezer nap by hypersapiens | Flickr
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J.D. Hager |
He's just as confused as you. Love in the Time of Coronavirus
Ravish me from a social distance. |
Feet Prints by Russ Allison Loar | Flickr
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Toti O'Brien |
She has kept migrating ad libitum. Archeological Lies of the Ancient Island
Almond trees fearlessly bloomed in January. |
Utah Rocks by Lisa Cyr | Flickr
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Richard Leise |
If You Swear There's No Truth Or: "Oh Well, Then, Who Cares?"
Why say it / like you're right? |
IMG_0418 by Abigail Batchelder | Flickr
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Dawn Vogel |
My family made me this way. The Human Panic Response is Weird
Running in fear on leaf-strewn streets. |
Triceratops by Miroslav Petrasko | Flickr
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Charlie Rogers |
The void says howdy, offers candy. The Horrid Truth About Twelfth Street
Sorry, I might like Starbucks better. |
Diamond Mine by Kelly Michals | Flickr
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Robert Kibble |
Why I Turned Self-Referential About This
Six word stories are surprisingly hard. |
thierry Ehrmann : il est interdit d'interdire | Flickr
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P. Jo Anne Burgh |
Thoughts from String Quartet on Titanic
"Knew I should've been a plumber." |
Squad Car @ The Bridge by GunnerVV | Flickr
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Carolyn Banks |
Hobbies include parkour, taxidermy, yo-yo tricks. Oh Yeah, the Bitch is Back!
Pathetic, but she's still doing it. |
untitled by Rowena Waack / Flickr
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Jann Everard |
Jann writes in Toronto. Imagines elsewhere. Obituary of a Distracted Driver
Missed the signs. Caution. No Exit. |
sleeping_red1 by Michael Mandiberg / Flickr
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Bryan Miller |
Writer, comedian, organ donor for hire. Why I Was Asked To Leave
Unvarnished truths, perhaps infelicitously articulated, maybe. |
Fressen & Gefressen Werden by E, J & Jim / Flickr
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Leah Mueller |
Angry Fist-Waving Vegan Socialist Mother and Daughter Spar in Suburbia.
"Let me speak to your supervisor." |
joint by Torben Hansen / Flickr
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Chris DiGiorgio |
Teacher, Writer, Wayfarer The Anatomy of a Jazz Bar
Time measured in pints and ninths. |
Green Room by !Koss / Flickr
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Joe Bongiorno |
Tomato sauce champ of East Montreal. Ex-hero in Tights Reaches OxyContin Heights
Lost trampoline breaks tumbling man's fall. |
Burning by Alvaro Tapia / Flickr
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Dan Tremaglio |
Prequel To Ernest Hemingway's Six-Word Story
"Actually, I'm not on birth control." |
Mandolin by Seth Tisue / Flickr
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Glenn A. Bruce |
Writer, thinker, doer, poster—sometimes regretter. What He Said and She Thought.
He said bitch. She was right. |
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Intrinsick 2.7 - Summer Twenty Seventeen
Kyle Hemmings |
Too many brownies and fudge pops. The Ugly Doll of Gomorrah
She turned sugar daddies into mummies. |
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Warren J. Cox |
Warren does his earnest best, usually. Should We Stop Watching Forensic Files?
He sighed, "Definitely yes, but no." |
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Intrinsick 2.6 - Spring Twenty Seventeen
Saul Lemerond |
Saul's head is full of marbles. The Man With the Vortex Face
His food gets smaller, then disappears. |
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J.D. Hager |
Whiskey and wax and alternative facts. Somebody Please Hack The President's Phone
Steal the plans for the Deathstar. |
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Intrinsick 2.5 - January Twenty Seventeen
Rasmenia Massoud |
Writer. Expat. Uncomfortable at dinner parties. A Lesson About Acquiring Life Experience
She unlearned. Then learned everything again. |
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Arron Burrows |
Highly caffinated Army veteran, loves cats. What a Strange Necklace She Wore
She levitated, in circles, with rope. |
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Intrinsick 2.4 - Novemberish 2016
Elizeya Quate |
This bio says everything about me. What Are You Trying to Say?
"Mmmmmmp!" "Ppppphh!" "Mmmmmmpppphhhm!" "Hlllllllp!" "Immmmmmtrrppped!" "Inthistinystory!" |
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Daniel Roche |
Adjunct writing novel in China. "Tenure?" History vs. Herstory: An Evolutionary Comedy
Mankind perished. People whooped, "Hu-mans! Hu-mans!" |
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Bobbie Wayne |
Too old for braces; still cute. The Walking Dead Who Prefer Sitting
Empty bed where love once slept. |
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Intrinsick 2.3 - October 2016
Doug Van Hooser |
Smiles when he says those things. Always Good to the Last Drop
They kissed and the heavens opened. |
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Intrinsick 2.2 - September 2016
David Henson |
Loves wife and dog. That's Enough Pig Was Spoiling For A Fight
He'd heard about their Tuesday specials. |
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Arshia Eghbali |
Promising architect. Acceptable writer. Terrible detective... I Once Overheard This In Town
"That guy's trying to overhear us." |
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Monique Quintana |
A pocha writer and fashion junkie A Little Brown Girl Finding Herself
Girl picks up needle and can't sew. |
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Jennifer Herald |
Mother, teacher, student, knackered, happy Herald We Had Walked This Road Together
Gave up fear, started living instead. |
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Intrinsick 2.1 - August 2016
Carla Sarett |
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James Wade |
Making shit up as he goes. A Lesson in Math and Disappointment
To find true happiness, one must |
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Michael Fryd |
Confused scientist, psychologist, teacher, wannabe writer. Desire and Frustration in Nursing Home
Sisyphus couldn't get rock up mountain. |
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Michael McClelland |
Awkwardly enthusiastic about everything. Especially puppies. How I Turned the Color On
I dropped a house on you. |
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Intrinsick 1.0 - September 2015 - June 2016
Judyth Emanuel |
Waah Eeww Duh Kaaapoooom Uh-oh Whoa Hot Air Second Hand Best Offer
Plenty available. Call me now. Hurry. |
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Arthur Whitaker |
A poor student of life's riches This Life is Mostly Empty Space
Between moments of such crunchy destiny. |
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Anne Anthony |
Wandered. PA. MD. MA. NC. Home. My Fishing Trip With the Pope.
Caught a sole, lost a sole. |
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Laura Eppinger |
Laura Eppinger eats donuts every day. Teaching Yoga For Kids Spring 2016
"Miss Laura, I'm a dead leaf." |
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Charles Hansmann |
A wardrobe change while skinny dipping. She Treads Water Just By Kicking
And her other hand cups Spider. |
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Zan Bockes |
Zan Bockes never says much about Latrina Flushing Goes Down the Tubes
Latrina's headstone marked an empty grave. |
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Carolyn Smuts |
Awkward suburban wannabe who favors vodka. You Hear Any Good Jokes Lately?
Bill Cosby walks into a bar. |
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Brian Wright |
Regrettably, I was born a baby. Please Love Me Forever, She Said
Not Here. Not Now. Not Again. |
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Robert Morgan Fisher |
I Refuse to Reduce My Work
That said--here is my story. |
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Jake Teeny |
The Basement They Hadn't Inspected Yet
Though roommates, only one knew it. |
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Michael C. Keith |
He Woke Up With Feathered Wings
His pulse quickened as he flew. |
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Basilike Pappa |
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Phillip Wenturine |
The Answer to the Infamous Conundrum
The chicken never crossed the road. |
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Benjamin Tedoff |
I wrote this. Wanna make out? Balloon-Likeness Santa Battles His Demons
Inflatable Santa, apple red. Drunk again. |
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Allison Sobczak |
What She Says When She's Lonely
Take my hand. Don't let go. |
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Brett Willis |
The Stupid Words of an Idiot
I'll totally remember hiding that there. |
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Jennifer Fliss |
By Rights
She writes herself. Cannot right herself. |
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A. S. Coomer |
Late Night Barroom Philosophical Shit Show
What’s it matter? I’m already dead. |
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Victoria Griffin |
I Only Failed One Class: Anatomy
"Lower the scalpel, and don't move!" |
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Jonathan Levy |
Still waiting for inspiration. Aha! Nope… Shakespeare’s First Draft, While Severely Depressed
All the world’s f̶u̶c̶k̶e̶d̶ a stage…. |
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Helia Rethmann |
The Story of My Happy Childhood
My father and father loved me. |
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Len Kuntz |
Len Kuntz; writer, reader, and friend. She Wanted Me Dead and Buried
Thank God I brought a shovel. |
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J. D. Hager |
Science teacher, plant nerd, dog walker. My Recent Visit to the Slaughterhouse
Worst first date of all time. |
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Staff |
Fueled by whiskey and happy pills. Just Something to Keep in Mind
Everyone dies in the season finale. What We Wanted to Tell You
We're sorry it's come to this. |
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