Category: Fiction
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Weddings
Ben Warner fiction, Ben Warner short story, Ben Warner Weddings, Benjamin Warner, Benjamin Warner Weddings, Weddings Ben Warner, Weddings Benjamin WarnerFiction by Benjamin Warner There was a month of them. Saturdays. Back to back without a break. The first was a Catholic ceremony in a church with a ceiling painted midnight blue with silver and yellow constellations.
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Small Talk
dyzak fiction, dyzak short fiction, dyzak short story, lance dyzak, small talk fiction, small talk short fiction, small talk short storyFiction by Lance Dyzak “You look good,” I said, “took care of yourself, seems like.” I meant it, too. There was a feeling of correctness, like finding the thread on a mason jar.
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The Last Night of the Horizon
fiction Nemec, Jason Basa Nemec, Last Night of the Horizon, Nemec Horison, Short fiction nemec, short story NemecFiction by Jason Basa Nemec What can I say about the way Tommy Jensen played guitar, the way he sang?
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The Fool Killer
Fool Killer, michael poor story, Michael Poore, michael poore short stories, michael poore stories, Poore Fool Killer, short fiction, short fiction michael poore, short fiction poore, short story, short story Poore, The Fool KillerBy Michael Poore They were going to hang John. John was five. He lived on a farm with his aunt and uncle and some cousins, and an eighty-year-old grandmother they called Big Ma. Big Ma wasn’t big. She was a frail old lady, and they all treated her like she might break at…
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Windmill
CAsey McConahay, short fiction windmills, windmill casey mcconahay, windmill Mcconahay, windmill short fiction, windmill short story, Windmills short storyBy Casey McConahay The blades of the windmill were tapered like spear-points. They turned in laggard revolutions. As they spun, they made shadows on the dry, level land. There were vultures to the east of the windmill.
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Letters to Jim Harrison
fiction by Sean Lovelace Letter to Jim Harrison #13 Another winding down, December. Thus attempting to name more trees, a field guide and close study of bark and berry and leaf. But it isn’t snagging the brain, too much folly. Still too jumpy to stop and seriously consider the rain, only the sound—ticking and tapping—only…