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The Saint of Common Murders Makes the List – Deborah Keenan
The Saint of Common Murders Makes the List She couldn’t tell the truth. She was the queen of liars and at least ten people wanted her to die.He was cruel because it gave him pleasure. One hundred people wanted him to die.She was very old and quite a few people wanted her to die.She was just…
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[((( )))] -Kiley Hudson
[((( )))] cat tails, the river’s eyelashes. i stroke the feathered forms,for the breeze had them flirtingand i couldn’t resist. water-logged mossand the pudding movement of mud piesthat coalesce beneath your feet to fold into the old earth. angelic insectshoverto drift above the growing fish,suspendedin a thick molasses current.with a wink they move sporadic to change places on the glassy…
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Wash(ing) – Shiksha Dheda
Wash(ing) It felt as though the agony was etched or stuffed under my skin.I had to wash it.Over and over again.And again.Until it left me.Completely. The skin left.Sometimes the blood left.But never the agony. Shiksha Dheda is a South African of Indian descent. She uses writing to express her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Sometimes,…
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Northridge – Brian Yapko
Northridge The evening battle augured the earthquake.I shouted, tippled and vapored intothe troubled sleep of the self-damned,despairing of our vows and the lie of identityI needed to survive you.I dreamt roughly of Michelangelo andathletes on Greek urns, until jolted awake to thecacophony of mountains disintegrating —a roar so thrilling to the eardrum and marrow itsurely…
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Notes From a Development Expat – Misha Mintz-Roth
Notes From a Development Expat Fiction by Misha Mintz-Roth The first thing you should know about me is that I am very distinguished. I am a world spirit. My name is known in cities like Dakar and Tbilisi. In Aman, there is a preschool with my photo on the wall. I speak eight different languages,…
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Revenge of the Nerds – Sara Hosey
Revenge of the Nerds Fiction by Sara Hosey Because my mom is a psycho-bitch, my grandparents took her to court in order to be able to see me. And because my father is, legit, I am not exaggerating, a convicted rapist who also still has parental rights, my mother has to stay in Wisconsin so…
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Olivium – Ace Boggess
Olivium Fiction by Ace Boggess She stood outside in the smoking area, puffing on a Camel Light and shivering beneath her beige cardigan and picturing one of those desperate junkie boys grunting and sweating above her, his clumsy hands mauling her breasts or tugging at her long, purple hair. All the other drunks and dope…
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Home and Bunker Network – Christine Schott
Home and Bunker Network Fiction by Christine Schott Cheery Female Narrator: Today we’re on sunny Hilton Head Island, where Tammy and Scott have just received their papers allowing them to move out of the refugee camp and into a place of their own. Scott (wearing a Hawaiian shirt to match the sea, visible through thick…