Short Fiction
3 min
She did always have the best advice. I believe when I'm in trouble, I miss her the most. At least I believe that's why she's been on my mind. If you've ever felt the stress of watching a car accident
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Short Fiction
5 min
Gia Terra Piatta
Otaru, a fishing port city in Hokkaido, is just half an hour northwest of Sapporo. Nestled between Tenguyama Mountain and Ishikari Bay, it is home to ski resorts with powder as soft as flour. Though
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Short Fiction
2 min
Pink Camo and the Smell of Grass
Inhale, 1...2...3... Exhale and aim, 1...2...3... Slowwwly squeeze. Remember to follow through.
Bang. The sound of my hot pink Realtree camo .243 caliber hunting rifle as I earned my ... [+]
Bang. The sound of my hot pink Realtree camo .243 caliber hunting rifle as I earned my ... [+]
Short Fiction
3 min
The Edge of The Sky
The stairwell smelled like bleach and metal. Sharp, sterile, endless. Each step clanged beneath her bare feet, echoing upward into the dark. The sound bounced back to her in strange rhythms like
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Short Fiction
5 min
Revolution for Mankind
In the year 2045, the world erupted into a worldwide conflict, just a century after the end of the last great war. A charismatic dictator took advantage of the lost youths of the world, whose
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Short Fiction
3 min
The Dawn Brigade
The dangerous wind of war bellows on my breast, and soldiers scream for their mothers, and blood dots the land. Many are gone, good and young and bright-eyed men and women, gone in droves since the
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Short Fiction
3 min
That Time I Noticed Orange
It is my opinion that orange is a rather unappealing color. Or... I suppose I should say that was my opinion. But I don't mean the orange that is found so naturally in the sky, or the orange that can
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Short Fiction
4 min
An Unfortunate Inheritance
Conspiracy and chicanery had tainted the election from the git-go. What was supposed to have been an exercise in the democratic process quickly evolved into an exhibition of corruption and baldfaced
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Short Fiction
5 min
Pearl, Moon, and Tide
I was born in a tide pool in the south of Myanmar. My mother was an oyster, and I was her precious pearl. I lived peacefully, always in my mother's warmth, watching the silver fish glimmer through the
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Short Fiction
2 min
The Last Click in Eye
For the past ten years, the great lighthouse was my life. I did not consider it just a job; rather, it was a partnership I had with the house. I was the guard of it, and it was the keeper of me
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Short Fiction
5 min
Diving All In
The tiny rowboat rocks gently beneath my feet as I sit on the tiny bench, staring out over the vast ocean that stretches out around me in all directions. The moon is steadily rising over the horizon
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Short Fiction
5 min
In Plain Sight
Except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan, the flat was silent. Siti was sitting near the window with the tablet lighting up dimly on her lap and her hand resting on the walker. Her fingers shook as
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Short Fiction
4 min
Tidal waves
The silhouettes on the street gathered and collided beneath the relentless rain. The raindrops blurred the scene, making the figures indistinguishable. Yet, I recognized her.
Her hair still held ... [+]
Her hair still held ... [+]
Short Fiction
2 min
a procrastinator’s guide to procrastinating
She's going to write a book on how to beat procrastination. No more will she be the woman sitting at her dining room table begging to any universal being that might be listening to
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Short Fiction
3 min
The Last 3 Percent
Sometimes I think the crash never really happened.
Maybe it was us who crashed, our minds, our dreams, our small unfinished selves, straight into the system that promised to remember everything. ... [+]
Maybe it was us who crashed, our minds, our dreams, our small unfinished selves, straight into the system that promised to remember everything. ... [+]
Short Fiction
4 min
Monsters in Education
Nayeli
Clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, Nayeli tried to steady their shaking breath. Despite their best efforts at self-soothing, the levitating objects behind them refused to ... [+]
Clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, Nayeli tried to steady their shaking breath. Despite their best efforts at self-soothing, the levitating objects behind them refused to ... [+]