Category: Stories
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The American Family Johnson Throws a Birthday
Robert John Miller
The Nibling Ernie’s nephew, Fritz, received his party invitation by way of email while hauling a truckload of scratch-n-dent candies to a backcountry cattle ranch two weeks in advance. The cows loved the candies, the misshapen chews and the gummy worms and the stale marshmallows and the rainbow jimmies. Out in the fields the cows…
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Flight Aids Minus the Wings and Fuselage
Julie C. Day
A Partial List of Flight Aids Advisory Circular US Department of Internal Disarmament Office of Noncommercial Measures AC22-24 August 05, 2019 BACKGROUND: Piloted flight is just another form of avoidance Let’s be honest, references to the body of an airplane are nothing but linguistic propaganda. Metal wings and manufactured fuselages are the antithesis of scar-powered,…
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Deluge
Jack Somers
A single fat droplet hit the singed crown of Maximilian’s scallop, spread into a glassy oval, and dissolved. Maximilian swallowed the remnants of crostini he was languidly munching and glanced up at the ceiling. There were no signs of a leak — no tan splotches or dripping cracks or patches of bubbling plaster. Had he…
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Proving Ground
Lori Barrett
“Look, guys,” Phoebe’s dad called from the front seat. She and her brothers lay in a row of sleeping bags in the way back of the station wagon. “There’s Salt Lake City.” Phoebe sat up to look. Four days of driving across the country, warm air blowing in the windows, had weaved the hair on…
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Lost Girls
Nicole Simonsen
The window sill in Louisa’s bedroom has fallen off again. She is about to push the sill back in place when she notices that the wall is hollow. A feeling comes over her, a voice whispers put your hand inside. She reaches in, feels something smooth, and pulls. Out comes a man’s loafer, the tassel…
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Evidence
Anna Mantzaris
1. Here’s what I found: A pith helmet. As a child I thought the name was pity helmet, which is what my mother called it each time she spotted our neighbor — a divorced man with custody of five — wearing one. A paper bag filled with assorted tin cans (though dominated by my favorite…
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My Job
Mikan Ai
My job is to follow a set routine, working on a factory line. I take the same train to my workplace at the same time every morning, do the same tasks, and leave at the same time every afternoon. Lately, business has been so slow that while I show up every day, there’s very little…
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Afflicted
Ellen Rhudy
Not all girls leave a slime trail wherever they go; but the ones who do, Martine’s aunt says, are uniquely beautiful. This is so different from what her mother says as to be almost meaningless, and besides that her aunt hasn’t been to visit since Martine’s skin became glossy as a snail’s. Her mother follows…
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Da Capo al Coda
Emily Livingstone
I’m only humming, not singing with my whole throat and mouth, not letting the vibrations emanate even from my sharp, pearly teeth — yet still, the boat comes nearer, and the people on board don’t seem to know why. I stop then, and watch, as they shake their heads to dispel my influence, and the…
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Sixteen Bios My Best Guy Friend (BGF) Rudely Rejected When I Was Just Trying To Help Him Develop His #Branding For His First Published Story
Maya Jewell Zeller
1. “My BGF teaches English literature at an average, unknown state university, where other than the chili pepper on his Rate My Professor, from which he derives an intense and somewhat perverse personal pleasure, he has not won an award since the fourth grade.” 2. “My BGF has worked at Sports Authority and The Old…
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You Owe Me
Robert James Russell
We heard a story at the start of seventh grade, one we’d heard a hundred times before, that took place in the early 1980s, the year Krull came out, a movie we’d only seen on basic cable, the good parts spliced out. Telling the story was a rite of passage meant to scare us into…
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Insecurity Questions
Gage Saylor
What was the name of your first pet? Grover What was the breed of your first pet? Cocker Spaniel Where was your first pet purchased? At a going out of business sale. Every pet came with a collar and an Iams bag. Grover was the last dog in the pen on account of his cherry…