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So Much For The Habits Of Bees, Dawn Goulet
So Much For The Habits Of Bees, Dawn Goulet
Bryant Literary Review
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Leftovers, James Magruder
Suburban Guerilla, E.H. Jacobs
Almost There, Patricia Schultheis
Lessons From My Mother, Claire Rubin
Black Cherry, Daria Rose
He Is Mine, Summer Hammond
Mr. Truhart, Amy Clements
Roadside Memorials, Karen Guzman
Exuvia, Andie Tursi
Youth In Asia, E.H. Jacobs
Return To The Country Of The Crime, Dan Grossman
Return To The Country Of The Crime, Dan Grossman
Bryant Literary Review
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Heart Of A Monster, Gabriella King
Attics, Mark Brazaitis
We Must Not Disturb The Peace, Nicole Cifani Lehmann-Haupt
We Must Not Disturb The Peace, Nicole Cifani Lehmann-Haupt
Bryant Literary Review
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Beyond Poland, Rosalind Goldsmith
Beyond Poland, Rosalind Goldsmith
Bryant Literary Review
Her body can’t escape the cold but her mind can. It casts up through the night, scattering itself into the sky over the Atlantic Ocean.
Adelaster, Deborah S. Prespare
Adelaster, Deborah S. Prespare
Bryant Literary Review
To prevent herself from slipping into another chaotic downward cycle of panicked anxiety, she squashes the rising tide, drops in the toilet her pill-shaped companions, and sizing up her failing reflection, chooses the last-ditch, arduous path left to an imprisoned soul.
Not A Piece Of Furniture, Alex Smith
Not A Piece Of Furniture, Alex Smith
Bryant Literary Review
On the first day of the first job I got after Javier was deported, I tried to ignore the couple’s fighting.
Night In The City Looks Pretty To Me, Roger Logan
Night In The City Looks Pretty To Me, Roger Logan
Bryant Literary Review
Allison was trying to come up with a version of that old joke. A kangaroo or whatever walks into a bar and the bartender says, “Say, we don’t get many kangaroos in here.”
Night Terrors, Patrick Bernhard
Night Terrors, Patrick Bernhard
Bryant Literary Review
Kara turned away from the TV and glanced at the glowing wall clock. 2:56. She had now passed her previous record for staying up watching Night Terrors, which was 2:37.
Poof!, Kathie Giorgio
Poof!, Kathie Giorgio
Bryant Literary Review
When I was nine years old, a boy socked me on the arm at recess. He hit hard, enough to cause me to cry out, to bring tears to my eyes, though I wouldn’t let them escape.
Come, Gentle Night., Michael Washburn
Come, Gentle Night., Michael Washburn
Bryant Literary Review
Arthur took one look at the forlorn stranger standing by the stone wall at the base of the hill in the cool evening and thought: Gordon Comstock.
The Unvanquished, Marlene Olin
The Unvanquished, Marlene Olin
Bryant Literary Review
“Retirement is overrated,” said Morris.
I Am Not A Home, Kiley Mcaleer
I Am Not A Home, Kiley Mcaleer
Bryant Literary Review
I am from many places, but none of them have ever quite been home. A mint green house where neighbors are always yelling and my dad comes to visit for a few hours every other weekend.
Swimming Lessons, Rebecca Mear
Minutiae 973.1, Lila Bovenzi
Minutiae 973.1, Lila Bovenzi
Bryant Literary Review
The law of conservation of mass states that matter can neither be created nor destroyed. If something is taken from the earth, it has to be replaced, or else the universe will fall into disharmony.
Why I Cry For Little Girls, Julia Raboy
Why I Cry For Little Girls, Julia Raboy
Bryant Literary Review
I like working with little kids, and since I have been old enough to be employable, my main source of income has been from childcare: camp counselor, babysitter, nursery school “teacher,” etc.
La Escucho, Leah Ryan
La Escucho, Leah Ryan
Bryant Literary Review
When I started my career as a passionate photojournalist, I never expected it to be my demise. I was a naïve 20-something-year-old, ready to leave the United States and travel the world, capturing its majesty with the click of a lens. That was when there was beauty to capture…
A Sweet Kid, William Torphy
A Sweet Kid, William Torphy
Bryant Literary Review
I wait anxiously in the United terminal sipping a cup of coffee and feeling ungrounded. My nephew’s flight from Baltimore is late because of a severe weather system over the Midwest. My sister Kat tells me that Justin has become very selfish, even for a teenager, and that he lies and constantly tries to manipulate.
Going For Wood, Molly Vaux
Going For Wood, Molly Vaux
Bryant Literary Review
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I would never have chosen a window seat, but there I was, staring at great banks of clouds while the plane, rocked by invisible currents, sailed upward.