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The Hills Of Laura, Billy Lombardo

Bryant Literary Review

It is true that I hated Hucker Norton. But I did not mean to crush his thumb.

He wasn't one of us, really. Even his name told you he was from some other place. We were Petey and Tommy and Davy and Matty, and he was Hucker.

America's Most Wanted, Erica Olsen

Bryant Literary Review

I'm coming home from City Market when I spot the other vehicle in my drive.

"Look," I say. "Visitors."

St. Viggo, Karina Fuentes

Bryant Literary Review

Helen nearly suffocates me the night before the exhibit. She's walking

around on her heels, big cotton puffs between her calloused toes,

when she stumbles and falls on my head, which is stuffed beneath a

pillow. "I'll never sleep again," I groan.

The Snow Moon, Rebecca Lilly

Bryant Literary Review

A full moon sheared the tip of a pine. Lying in bed, a woodsman and

his wife saw it one December night. "Something must be done," said

his wife. "I know it's a sign."