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Full-Text Articles in Fiction
Mr. Truhart, Amy Clements
Roadside Memorials, Karen Guzman
Attics, Mark Brazaitis
Youth In Asia, E.H. Jacobs
Exuvia, Andie Tursi
We Must Not Disturb The Peace, Nicole Cifani Lehmann-Haupt
We Must Not Disturb The Peace, Nicole Cifani Lehmann-Haupt
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
Heart Of A Monster, Gabriella King
Return To The Country Of The Crime, Dan Grossman
Return To The Country Of The Crime, Dan Grossman
Bryant Literary Review
No abstract provided.
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.
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.
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.”
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 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.
Swimming Lessons, Rebecca Mear
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.
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…
Going For Wood, Molly Vaux
Going For Wood, Molly Vaux
Bryant Literary Review
I.
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.
Mud And Truth, Hannah Kass
Mud And Truth, Hannah Kass
Bryant Literary Review
Tsofi knew the story since her mother began telling it to her and her brother almost every night. Other villagers would notice how her people did not eat the same meat or observe the same day of rest. In her mind those differences were as arbitrary as preferring to eat lamb or chicken. Yet such arbitrary reasons had sparked the most violent of reactions.
An Open Letter To The White Feminists Holding A Literary Panel On Toni Morrison, Matthew E. Henry
An Open Letter To The White Feminists Holding A Literary Panel On Toni Morrison, Matthew E. Henry
Bryant Literary Review
look to your left, your right—where
are her sisters? why are they missing?
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.
Jaffa Coffee, Tehila Wenger
Jaffa Coffee, Tehila Wenger
Bryant Literary Review
The waitress placed the cappuccino down carefully on my left, next to the open computer. I glanced into the mug and noted that there was no design in the foam. My anticipation for the caffeinating process dropped immediately by several degrees, along with my belief in the basic goodness of mankind.
Weeds In Her Curly Hair, Hareendran Kallinkeel
Weeds In Her Curly Hair, Hareendran Kallinkeel
Bryant Literary Review
“I need a dagger,” Shiva says, “double-edged…and razor-sharp.”
The blacksmith turns from his furnace and stares at him in
surprise. What the hell is a renowned writer doing here? he thinks as he
stands up and walks towards Shiva.
Dreams Of Flight, Beth Paulson
Dreams Of Flight, Beth Paulson
Bryant Literary Review
A man with wings large enough and duly attached might learn to overcome the resistance of air. Leonardo da Vinci
No Icarus, you knew pulleys and winches would keep a man tethered
to earth though he rise high above a stage for a duke’s entertainment.
In your fabrico you built mechanical birds of wood and bright-dyed
linen, then raised men up on ropes to fly and float, angels with dark
curls, gilt-edged wings.
That Thing, Susan Taylor Chehak
That Thing, Susan Taylor Chehak
Bryant Literary Review
My pap’s eyes are bad. It’s not the books or the computer, not the
peering at small letters on a page or on a screen. And it isn’t just a
consequence of age either. His peepers went bad a long time ago, when
he was young.
Raul, Paul Lamar
Raul, Paul Lamar
Bryant Literary Review
On the twelfth day of his new job as a security guard outside of S–, one of M–’s finest men’s shops, Raul B– stumbled upon a unique answer to the question of store security, though he was never to be aware of his particular gift or its profound impact on crime in M–.