Category: Prose
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The Shoulder
Fiction by Nick Fuller Byllis was one of those two gas station towns in vassalage to the highway. The gas stations were built on a short hill in vast flat country and were right across from each other just off the exit.
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Teenage Apostate
Nonfiction by Mike Jeffrey People sang loud at Keswick, so I sang loud, and I didn’t fall asleep during the sermons as I often did back home. I read along when scripture was quoted instead of flipping to the verses about boobs in Song of Songs.
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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.