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When You Say When, Meghan Prichard
Green, Nick Violette
Small Eventually Becomes More, Gregory Krupa
His Gift To You, Michael Tiffany
Full Issue, No Author
1999, Theresa Charlebois
Sixth And Second, Meghan Prichard
You Didn't Ask Me, Laura D. Nolasco
My Blue And White Mickey Mouse Fishing Pole, Audra Conway
My Blue And White Mickey Mouse Fishing Pole, Audra Conway
The Angle
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"We waited patiently for darkness to fall. Huddled on the edge of the woods, we wore several layers of gray and black Hanes sweatshirts and sweatpants, each of which clung tightly to our small bodies. Dried leaves crinkled as we shifted our weight from one leg to the other. Burdock adhered itself to every piece of accessible and exposed fabric. I could feel the debris of the woods; small sticks, dirt, stone and leaves inhabited my stringy dirty blonde hair."
Faithfully Departed, Cassie Dean
Exit 25: An Ode To Commuters, Danny Uebbing
Preliminary Pages, No Author
Word Salad, David Latella
I Give..., Lindsay Snider
Breadcrumbs, Kristina Braell
Breadcrumbs, Kristina Braell
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"While mom washed my hair in the sink, she would tell me stories. When the shampoo dripped into my eyes, her words distracted me from the sting. Staring at the scenes in the Scandinavian plates over the basin, I would let my mind wander through the houses; the woman making cheese with her daughter, and the farmer hard at work with a hay fork and wagon. Mom always gave every story a Scandinavian twist, and each plot was set in Denmark. That's just how it was. It didn't occur …
Tengo Un Amor Mio, Martha Black
Wedding Bells, Jessica Tackabury
Wedding Bells, Jessica Tackabury
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"His photo was on her dresser near her wedding veil. The upper left-hand corner was missing and had a crease across his chest. He was dressed up in one of his work shirts and dirty torn up jeans held up by a pair of his signature green suspenders. His eyes looked at the camera dead on through the lenses of his glasses. The smile on his face was the smile she envisioned he would have that day. When he smiled, it had always showed a softer side of him."
A Death In The Woods, Mareesa Forbes
False Hope, Theresa Charlebois
Cliché, David Latella
A Rose For Grandma M., Theresa Charlebois
Two Children, Meghan Prichard
This Is Forsaken, Erin Hurd
This Is Forsaken, Erin Hurd
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"Sophia: She is beautiful; dark hair draping around her delicate shoulders. Used to be a dancer, before college. She is tall, thin with sad, brown eyes. Twenty. Just turned in July. Sophia is surrounded by a crowd at the lunch table. She stabs a forkful and eats in silence, listening to the senseless chatter. Everyone talks around her, in front of her, behind her. Never to her. She sips her water. Every day a glass of water. She pulls out her phone, no missed calls. She returns to her …
The Vultures And Elephants Remind Me Of You, Elias Van Son
The Vultures And Elephants Remind Me Of You, Elias Van Son
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The Gray Vicinity, Michael Reilly
Hunger, Katelyn Kanavy
Phoenix, Jamie Lasda
Unspoken Word, Dominique Gray
Unspoken Word, Dominique Gray
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" 'I cant's take this anymore. My job is a joke and the rent is due,' a fed up husband complains. 'It's going to be okay,' responds the wife, trying to soothe her exhausted husband. 'It always has.' "
Leaving, Tom Tharp
Leaving, Tom Tharp
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"Her mascara was running. She was sure of it.. She could feel the tears and knew they were heavier than normal. The tickled a little more than usual as they made their rolling way toward her chin. One poised itself and dived into her lukewarm egg drop soup. It executed a perfect swan dive, barely making a splash. She could see the mascara spreading in tendrils like a half-forgotten nightmare. She imagined the droplet spreading like a storm cloud, the egg looking like lightning; her small sob, like thunder. …
Antagonist Or Protagonist, Jonathan Howard