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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.

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

Bryant Literary Review

It was time to learn to swim.

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

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…

The Good Son, William Torphy

Bryant Literary Review

I'm on Trailways, staring through dirty windows at mounds of snow piled on the side of the road. I couldn't face everyone's questions, their judgments. Even Shirley at the bank gave me a suspicious look when she handed me my cancelled savings book and the $357.45 from my account this morning.

Saying Goodbye In Brussels, Lawrence F. Farrar

Bryant Literary Review

It was a day like many others that had passed since Brett Smalley's arrival in Dusseldorf. It differed, however, in one significant respect for the sales representative of Chicago-based Windham Metallurgical, Inc.

Young Tragic Heroines, Elaine Little

Bryant Literary Review

The letter was addressed to Diane, predictably misspelled. It was from a postal box in a town known only for its prison. When she saw the name, Ben Strickert, she tore it open.

Little Mercies, Terry Sanville

Bryant Literary Review

I hadn't seen him in fifty years. But I still wanted to kill him. I didn't know when, where, or how. But the way of it seemed crystal.

Judge, John P. Kristofco

Bryant Literary Review

Richard Witched noticed the small envelope in his mailbox right away.

It sat like a white raft on the sea of gray, brown, and beige detritus that

gathered, as it did almost every day, in his slot.

The Commandment, James Armstrong

Bryant Literary Review

Brontë enthusiasts tend to be a bit fanatical. A university hosts their conference each summer, and grown men and women- not just scholars, but librarians and secretaries and retirees- pay for the privilege to live in cramped dorm rooms for a week, eat lousy food and attend lectures on Villette and Agnes Grey and storm imagery in Wuthering Heights.

Wildfire, Charles Laird Calia

Bryant Literary Review

For months there was no rain or very little, the mountain grasses were dry, prone to lightning strikes and wildfires, and Frank could see the river far from his little cabin, just beyond Federal land, drying up before his eyes.

Rising To The Call, Christa Albrecht-Vegas

Bryant Literary Review

Julie heard them calling: the high, shrill pinging of a thousand points of--not light, but tinnitus.

Prayer Of The Bell, Laura Bonazzoli

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I guess you probably want to know how I got to be in a mess like this.

Death Comes To The Office For Daniel Downer, Jennifer Companik

Bryant Literary Review

He might've dispatched one of his Angels to do it, but Death knew Daniel would resist, and his best Angel was on vacation, harvesting souls in Costa Rica for the next month, so Death resolved to take Daniel himself.

Lists, Michael Onofrey

Bryant Literary Review

Earl has begun the prep work for painting the "foyer" of Bob and Lisa Kob's house, "foyer" a term Bob had used.

Birds Of The Black Canyon, Vicki Lindner

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As they crossed the big mountains only she talked, hands off the wheel to gesture vivaciously.

Tail Of The Comet, Peter Johnson

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At 11 p.m. Lucille Gorski found herself standing in a cemetery next to a monument proclaiming, "Herein Lies Phineas McGee, Who Left When He Had the Chance."

One Survived, Shelley Joy

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He shoves the only cash he has at the Amtrak desk clerk.

A Fitting Memorial, Roger D. Hicks

Bryant Literary Review

Ballard had already been sitting on the store porch more than an hour before Ep left his house across the creek for their regular morning conversation.

Bamboo, Kerry Jones

Bryant Literary Review

Alice Tran was sitting in the lobby area just outside my office, waiting for me, a large paper bag on the chair beside her, her feet dangling from the chair she occupied.

Ruffled Feathers, Murzban F. Shroff

Bryant Literary Review

It was one of the finest buildings in South Mumbai

Where The Light Enters, Michael Pikna

Bryant Literary Review

Max knocked lightly on Celia's door.

Dresden, Robert Kostuck

Bryant Literary Review

The mockingbird song is familiar, something from childhood; maybe a nursery rhyme buried in the deepest part of my memories.

Ride The Peter Pan, Allison Whittenberg

Bryant Literary Review

There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life.

A Place For Everything, John P. Kristofco

Bryant Literary Review

"We're here with Dr. Joseph Ellis, Assistant Professor of Psychology at Redmond University, to talk about his research and his new book, A Place for Everything.

Gerstler's Triumphant Return (1972), Julie Zuckerman

Bryant Literary Review

Sitting among the malodorous teenagers--boys ripe with day-old sweat, girls thick on jasmine scents--Jeremiah Gerstler tried to check his mounting vexation.

Gift-Wrapped, Daniel M. Jaffe

Bryant Literary Review

Will there come a point during your El Al flight home from Israel when you can politely question the elderly man in the middle seat beside you as to why, during taxi yet before take-off, he ensconced himself toe-to-head within a 30-gallon, heavy-duty, clear plastic trash bag?

Phantom, Adam Matson

Bryant Literary Review

The pinky finger betrayed her. It sent a signal to Martin, who reached out from beneath the frilly cuff of his costume and grasped it.

Lavender Bride, Robert Kostuck

Bryant Literary Review

Svetlana and Valery at the late edge of a summer weekend, aligned vacations, rented bicycles, wool sweaters, damp air spilled inland from the half-empty beaches.