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Short Fiction

Santa Clause Vs. the FDA: Exhibit A

Michael Camit

Dec. 12th, 8:48 AM: Incoming message from: Santa
[ Hey Jack! What’s up? ]
Nothing much right now. Cleaning up for holidays. How’s the pre-holiday Vegas trip?
[ It’s great! I’m actually at the ...  [+]

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Creative Nonfiction

Count to Three

Isabella Zentner

The hills slipped easily under our wheels.

Sometimes you get this feeling, an itch. A kind of restlessness that wants to crawl out from under your skin. I think this feeling is familiar to most ...  [+]

Short Fiction

A Mistake That Wasn’t

Taylor Dalton

Odysseus clung to the underside of the sheep in the middle. The ropes that tied the three sheep acted as a harness, keeping his feet attached the soft wool around the sheep’s sides. His mind racing ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Glove Says "I Love You"

Taylor Dalton

The ball in the glove stretches out in front of me, papers strewn below, around and beyond it, the sweat stains on the sides hint at long hours and tired fingers, sore palms under the palms that lined ...  [+]

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Short Fiction

Lone Knight

Tad Decker

The stranger paused. “How long have you been here?”
It was a good question. He’d lost track. He knew it’d been over a year, but less than three. If it’d been three he’d have seen Mt. Tinaki erupted ...  [+]

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Departure

Evelyn Nichols

The water rolls gently against the shore, not even cresting as it lazily runs up and down along the sand. I've never seen the ocean this calm. This island is still. Out in the middle of the ocean and ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Aphorisms on Memes

Kelly Burdick

The impulse to save a meme to your phone is the same force that drives cats to collect hair ties and bottle caps under the couch.
In the case of both the world and memes, all things tend toward ...  [+]

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Short Fiction

Hornet's Nest

Kelly Burdick

It hangs, brown and fat and drooping, its papery walls like so much windblown sand, the worker wasps on its surface like so many maggots corrupting a body. You stare up at the heavy hornet’s nest ...  [+]

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Date Night

Kyle Tanner

The credits roll
And you’re strewn across the cushions.
I know you’re actually asleep—
Not ...  [+]

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