"It happened again," Myriam said, as she entered the room. "I screwed up. I'm sorry."
She collapsed on the couch, head in her hands. "I just wanted a sip. I thought I had a handle on this
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Short Fiction
While the Cat's Away
momofgale: My husband left us, and now my 12-year-old daughter is depressed. How can I help her?
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cityyouthcounselor: Your daughter is grieving and likely feels
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Short Fiction
The Second Person
The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the
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Short Fiction
The Cancelled Holiday and Other Secrets
Your baby is due in two weeks. Naturally, I'm over the moon about this, but I'm also feeling a bit sentimental . . . hence this letter.
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So here I am at the kitchen table, thinking about you and ... [+]
Short Fiction
Ghost Writers
There's a relief that comes with revealing things down to their minutiae; small gasps of relief make space in the bedroom for the proverbial elephant. I do have a good husband. He's the kind that does
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Short Fiction
A Demon’s Guide to Slowly Seducing a Seminarian
"Three of hearts," the demon says. He's lounging on Joseph's bed, deck of cards in his hands and shirt riding up over his stomach. He glances up, fangs flashing in a bright grin as if he can feel
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Short Fiction
Heavenly Rapture!
The sun struck my eyes as I rubbed the sleep off them. I stretched and yawned and felt the air. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight. I couldn't help but smile because deep inside
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Short Fiction
The Girl in the Tree
Tracy Jo Freely climbed a tree one day. A plum tree. The big plum tree at the end of Miro Street.
"When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later.
"Never," said Tracy Jo.
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"When are you coming back down?" her parents asked her an hour later.
"Never," said Tracy Jo.
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Short Fiction
Separation
He couldn't say exactly when it fell off, was sometime during the night when he was asleep. But when he woke up in the morning, the ring finger of his left hand was off, tucked underneath the pillow
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Short Fiction
Only the Worms Know
Every morning when I wake up, I lean out my window to say hello to Mom. She doesn't reply, but that's okay. She never was a good listener, even before she was buried in our backyard.
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My brothe ... [+]
Short Fiction
Crazy James and Barking Mad
Some Bright Spark tells Crazy James the dog will make his fortune. Says the mutt can smell buried treasure like a pig snuffling out truffles. Of course, James doesn't know the first thing about
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Short Fiction
Quirky
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Just A Fish
We spent hours at the store. Allison examined each animal one by one. She studied their movements, their noises and their smells. She looked at their feathers, spots, fur patterns, and colors. She
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Short Fiction
Solomon's Lines
Fred tiptoed into his room and slid into his desk chair, casting a worried glance over his shoulder as he opened his laptop. Typing as quietly as he could, he logged onto Artium Obscurorum and
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Short Fiction
The Night Library
I heard it before I saw it, a jingling of bells like the soundtrack to a corny Christmas movie. Then out of the mist rolled a small carriage, round and bright as a converted pumpkin. Florescent
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Short Fiction
Trespassing—a Criminal Offense
The dryad who lives inside the oak tree has been terrorizing the condo building dwellers for generations. She throws acorns and pours sap and drops pollen on their cars, and causes severe allergies
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