Tag: fiction
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Still
Sam’s hand is palm down in front of my face, the way it always is when we do it in a certain way. I look around, trying to find a place to rest my gaze that isn’t the barren wall ahead or the tangle of clothes on the floor. And so I stare down at…
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Release
After the regime has fallen, and the reek of burning documents been aired from the grim offices of Internal Security, still no one ventures down to the basement. On its shelves, thousands of jars, thousands upon thousands. Their tops have grown gritty with dust, and their labels—pasted on so carefully—curl up like dying leaves. Flash…
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Coyote Country
Remember what you were told about the proper greeting. You must not look him directly in the eye. You must not speak unless you are asked a direct question. You must do what you are told. This is very important. Sometimes your mind wanders and you say what you are thinking. You know this is…
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Someone Simple and Kind
Gurney Norman Prize for Fiction: 1st Place I almost felt grateful for the experience of being somebody’s mistress, Sylvia rolling off of me and springing up from my mattress around 5:30p.m. the afternoons I got to see her, the working day over. It made me feel great kinship with Mrs. Wilson from Gatsby, and I…
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Kiss Cecilia for Me
Fiction by Kaitlin Ruether The first camera I picked up had a flashbulb that popped when you pressed the button. My first picture had Mom in a blue floral dress as she straightened the records on a maple shelf, her mousy hair pulled tight.
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The First Annual Landsome Goat and Garden Party
Fiction by B.C. Edwards Every attempt to venture into the kitchen or deeper ended in a polite but firm herding back to the porch. The unlit living room and dark upstairs remained grey mysteries and whatever secrets were locked in the Landsome cellar, all the unearthed Spanish gold, the nuclear codes, the disembodied murdered vagrants,…
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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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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”