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Rukmini, Satya Kandala
Gini, Andrea O'Connor
Marta's Ghost, Cara Triebold
Marta's Ghost, Cara Triebold
TYGR: Student Art and Literary Magazine 2018-present
No abstract provided.
Gasoline, Dave Gregory
Gasoline, Dave Gregory
The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose
No abstract provided.
Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little
Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little
Bryant Literary Review
The letter was addressed to Diane, predictably misspelled. It was from a postal box in a town known only for its prison. When she saw the name, Ben Strickert, she tore it open.
Judge, John P. Kristofco
Judge, John P. Kristofco
Bryant Literary Review
Richard Witched noticed the small envelope in his mailbox right away.
It sat like a white raft on the sea of gray, brown, and beige detritus that
gathered, as it did almost every day, in his slot.
The Good Son, William Torphy
The Good Son, William Torphy
Bryant Literary Review
I'm on Trailways, staring through dirty windows at mounds of snow piled on the side of the road. I couldn't face everyone's questions, their judgments. Even Shirley at the bank gave me a suspicious look when she handed me my cancelled savings book and the $357.45 from my account this morning.
Like Snow In The Wind, Logan Jorgenson
Like Snow In The Wind, Logan Jorgenson
The Lindenwood Review: a journal of literary prose
No abstract provided.
The Commandment, James Armstrong
The Commandment, James Armstrong
Bryant Literary Review
Brontë enthusiasts tend to be a bit fanatical. A university hosts their conference each summer, and grown men and women- not just scholars, but librarians and secretaries and retirees- pay for the privilege to live in cramped dorm rooms for a week, eat lousy food and attend lectures on Villette and Agnes Grey and storm imagery in Wuthering Heights.
Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar
Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar
Bryant Literary Review
It was a day like many others that had passed since Brett Smalley's arrival in Dusseldorf. It differed, however, in one significant respect for the sales representative of Chicago-based Windham Metallurgical, Inc.
Little Mercies, Terry Sanville
Little Mercies, Terry Sanville
Bryant Literary Review
I hadn't seen him in fifty years. But I still wanted to kill him. I didn't know when, where, or how. But the way of it seemed crystal.