Category: Fiction
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Malcom Strickland’s Dreams
Fiction by Ethan Warren “I didn’t like the way things seemed, but the way they seemed was the way they were, so that’s everything”
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Staged Versions
Fiction by Reena Shah He hadn’t drawn anything in years, and his professors insinuated early on that his talent was limited by his preoccupation with realism, a lack of artistic vision.
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Adirondack Express
Fiction by Zachary F. Gerberick By the time the three had reached the cabin, Hunter could feel the first waves of opiate withdrawal—a subtle restlessness unraveling inside his chest, spreading like a parasite.
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Elementary Education
Fiction by Michael Wayne Hampton You are five years old when you go to the elementary school at the end of the holler where the creek widens out. It’s 1982. Elementary school runs from kindergarten to eighth grade. Middle schools don’t exist as far as you know.
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Inheritance, Listed
Fiction by Sean Alan Cleary 1. Paul has a problem, which is he cannot seem to wake up early enough. He likes the silence of mornings in spring before the birds even wake — the flat light of May mornings in Cambridge. Now, though, even in the dark, he hears his son stirring in…
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Where the Sun Turned Green
Fiction by Michael Diehl Pezley I used to think I’d grow to be eight feet tall. That’s how big our backyard was. It was over a decade later that I learned people, unlike goldfish, grow inwardly and that the perimeters of that space are nonexistent. Still, it was a big yard, bigger than any…
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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.