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Signs by Tammy Peacy
The signs on our street were the gifts my father gave me. I didn’t know I’d hungered for the colors, the symbols, until I was delivered the task of deciphering it all. Yellow for careful. White for knowledge. Red told when to take pause. Squiggled lines and straight lines. Students with books crossing the street. Letters made words I couldn’t
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Ephemeralia by Gordon Highland
“You make me come true.” He’d used the line dozens of times. Not even counting the dozens of takes and rehearsals and hundreds of feet of film stock wasted perfecting its iconic version twenty years ago. And though the words and sentiment were not the actor’s own invention, screenwriters aren’t
Humiliation by John Yohe
Although normally the first person humiliated the second person, the first person secretly fantasized about being humiliated too. The second person had always normally fantasized about being humiliated, but when the first person confessed to wanting to be humiliated, the second person decided to try
In the Necropolis by Robert Boucheron
A young woman with a scarf over her head comes to visit me in the necropolis. How did she know I am here? I lie in the sun, too tired to run away. She brings a clean blanket and food in a plastic bin, rice with chopped chicken. She waits while I eat. Then she asks questions. “Do you live here? Are
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No Eyed Tim by Michael Badger III
No Eyed Tim of Tim’s Tavern wears a patch over his left eye but no one calls him Righty or One Eyed Tim or Patch because last time Tim threw a pint glass at the guy’s head. Vicious. Bloody. Though it taught us regulars all a lesson: pints are for more than drinking out of. You can prove a point,
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Avocado by John Hunchak
Avocado. Avocado with bacon and lettuce and turkey. On bread, naturally. This was Jillian’s Avocado BLT. Jillian was my sister. Only after seeing this on the Penny Coffee House’s menu did I grasp how tangible success really is. “I’ll get Jillian’s Avocado BLT.” “That’ll be $9.50.” “Nevermind.” I
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Lucky Penny by Darren Cormier
Eleven-thirty A.M. Carl stirred more salt into his beer, just like his daddy had showed him. The only other people at Foley’s were professional drinkers and Billy Jessup, the wise old man of professional drinkers. “Awfully dressed up today, Carl,” he said across the bar. He had a long, craggy nose
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At the Broken Places by Dennis Fulgoni
The torso was lighter than Alberto expected; the heft of a bag of cornmeal. He felt the subtle ridges of the ribs, the soft curvature of the abdomen as he centered it on the embalming table. He pulled the legs, arms and head from the body bag, and then, with his index finger, scratched off a piece of
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The Cheese Man by Kelly Evans
I had a normal childhood in every way. We lived on the outskirts of town in a new housing development with plenty of woodland and fields nearby in which to play. I remember hot humid summers, crisp fresh autumns and cold sharp winters. I recall playing outside my house – kick the can, hopscotch,
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Dodging Bullet Points by Andy Millman
He watches the cursor blink and feels his heart beat. They are in rhythm, which is fitting, because this should come from the heart. Even so, he can’t help but form a list of supporting points like they are evidence in a case he will argue. AP English has had some impact. He begins to type. We’ve
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The Easier Thing by Brianne M. Kohl
Jonah lay dead on the black and white checkerboard tile of the bathroom. The wound in his stomach had only taken moments to bleed out, to stain through the blue towel tied around his waist. His blood began to pool and work its way through the grout lines between the porcelain tile. Margaret had laid
Just Another Day by Juan Alvarado Valdivia
On the train home from work, Miguel awoke to find a man sleeping beside him. The train car was packed with people while it was half empty when he boarded from the downtown station. Miguel squinted from the sunlight streaming through the windows. It was always jolting for him to awaken to altered surroundings,
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