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Dec 27, 20215 min read
La Receta Del Mole - Clara X. Roque-Wagner
...y me siguen y me siguen las espadas del invierno. A long time ago, I was afraid of death. From the first moment that I could think, I...
Dec 19, 20216 min read
It’s Hard to Write Jokes - Susan Stronach
When I feel like I can’t get something done, an acidic run away, run away creeps through me. Today, I’m trying to ignore it, because...
Nov 25, 202115 min read
Follow Me - Gillian Herrin
Wherever Abigail went, I followed. When I was four and toddling along the sunbaked patio of my family’s restaurant, Abigail blocked the...
Nov 23, 202110 min read
Where we sat - Rebecca Adele
Now I remembered this drive well. I remembered how being in the car up and over the mountains and down the windy road made me nauseous....
Nov 9, 202110 min read
Night Shift - Nikita Anderson
“Same shit, different day Frank,” Eddie said as he took a drag from his cigarette and passed it to me. I nodded in agreement, inhaling...
Nov 7, 20218 min read
Dolores - Kate Sowinski
Her ship docked at the tiny outpost station. However, you wouldn't know that if you were looking out the window because the station was...
Nov 3, 20217 min read
Hot Water
“Lenard,” I said. “Run me a bath.” I could have done it myself, but I was limp like a dead rabbit, you see. My lungs were cold and...
Oct 8, 20219 min read
Mr. Walking Stick - Ron Pullins
“I suppose you also have a walking stick,” I say. “All eight-year-old girls have walking sticks. If you don’t have a walking stick, what...
Sep 18, 202110 min read
Bodies Of Women - Sylvia Woodham
Saturday night is the best time for training. No competition with juniors or masters teams crowding us out, making us feel like maybe two...
Sep 16, 202110 min read
Snowfall - Clarissa León
It was a winter night when my mother told us she deserved more. A car had stopped on the side of the road and she reminded us then about...
Sep 10, 20217 min read
SHITHEAD - Miranda Morris
As usual, I feel the burning creep in around one thirty, halfway through third period. It’s computer class and the lab is lined with boxy...
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Jul 12, 202110 min read
[Chaos Theory] - Jordan Faber
Sunbeams fillet the pink linoleum of my apartment floor. The rays bake my mattress. I lift my arms, pressing my fingertips to the warmth...
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