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How You Know, Laura Connell
As I Spoke The Words, I Felt Them Touch And Give Life To A New Reality Within Me… (Audre Lorde), Emily C. Ryan
As I Spoke The Words, I Felt Them Touch And Give Life To A New Reality Within Me… (Audre Lorde), Emily C. Ryan
The Angle
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The Letter, Jonathan Howard
The Letter, Jonathan Howard
The Angle
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"To Whom It May Concern,
So I'm walking around. looking for something. The problem is I can't remember what I'm looking for. I don't even know if I lost it, or I just never found it to begin with. I kind of have this memory problem. I can't remember when it started. I wake up feeling this emptiness, like I'm missing something. Perhaps it's my keys, I say. But, I have my keys, my phone, and my wallet. So what could it be? Can't sleep at night, I keep …
Heat, Adam Leahy
Individual Sameness, Jason Cotugno
China Doll, Vassana Praseutsinh
Preliminary Pages, No Author
Sara I Promise, Meghan Prichard
Confessions Of A Candle, Jesse Kanclerz
It Could Have Happened, Tom Jewell
Autumn, Emily C. Ryan
Pescadora De Perlas, Lori Dabbagh
Train Wreck (Act 1, Scene 7: The Short Story), Justin Miller
Train Wreck (Act 1, Scene 7: The Short Story), Justin Miller
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"'Within a pocket lies either your greatest treasure or your worst nightmare,' read the tiny words on the thin white piece of paper. Never did Jamie have such a unique message from a fortune cookie. Having nearly burned her hand on the Wonton soup to search for this clairvoyant message concealed within a crispy treat, she glared at it in a moment of surprise. she had always rushed for her fortune whenever they had Chinese, even before touching her food. However, something about this message was different."
Beguiled, Tamara Dixon
Insert Profound Title Here, Katelin Tressler
The Inner Ms. Hyde, Karen D'Angelo
The Inner Ms. Hyde, Karen D'Angelo
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"I sit alone as my conscience gnaws at my damned soul.
The quick swig of venom scathes down the back of my throat, plaguing me, consuming me.
Forbidden thoughts echo this numb but witty mind.
The malice of my sorrow's rage confines the belligerent deeds I yearn to do, drowning out all existence.
Evil notions creep anxiously through my cold yet heated veins, deliberately taunting me to sustain these vicious feelings.
This ugliness that I have beckon, draws near in complete summon.
The minutes of perpetual bliss keeps me …
The Honeycomb, The Coloring Book, And The Painting, Michael Reilly
The Honeycomb, The Coloring Book, And The Painting, Michael Reilly
The Angle
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The Virgin Affair, Jonathan Howard
Quiet, Jesse Bartolis
Full Issue, No Author
Preliminary Pages, No Author
This Old Metaphor, Andrew Brunton
Physical Therapy, Dee (Geraldine) Hogan
A Poet's Poem, Erika Mcrae
Practice Space, Rebecca Harrison
Mirage, Jonathan C. King
Dreams In White Rooms, Meghan Prichard
Mi Llanto Mi Llamada Y La Lluvia, Lori Dabbagh
Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut…, Emily C. Ryan
Sometimes You Feel Like A Nut…, Emily C. Ryan
The Angle
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"The scene opens to what looks like a low-budget talk show. Seated is the host, Dick; a middle-aged man, slender, handsome and graying with Chicklet sized teeth. Next to him is his guest, a man dressed as a squirrel. The squirrel, named Nigel, sits on edge, agitated and uncomfortable, constantly twitching his nose and tail. Back from commercial, the show commences with a sound-track of applause."
Freedom To De-Press, Justin Miller
Freedom To De-Press, Justin Miller
The Angle
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"It was a not-for-profit beginning—he was in it for the story. Now his office teems with dirt.
The President caught in under an intern's skirt: Have You Seen the Commander in Briefs?
Yellow paper printed in grey—throw away.
Oh, but I digress."