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Short Fiction

sidewalk cardinals

Alex Benedict

watch, cardinals are springing along the sidewalk; it’s 8:00 AM and the wet sidewalk is cluttered with red berries; cardinals like blood clots; there are particular cardinals, which spin their heads ...  [+]

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Exposed

Charmaine Chan

“Yes!” Liam exclaimed. He had just gotten 200 happy points for his MyGram post. Molly padded over and plopped next to him on the sofa. “Which photo did you post this time?” asked Molly as she handed ...  [+]

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Satisfaction

Sophie Kandler

A dump like this shouldn't have an outdoor cafe, especially in this part of town. Not that it’s much- a few rusty black painted tables with matching chairs, all chained to the wall. This table has a ...  [+]

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Thunder

Sophie Basch

Rory was watching the sky, as at regular intervals it lit up for just a moment with electricity running from cloud to cloud. It was odd, she thought, how unremarkable something such as lightning could ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Rita's Pancakes

Alexis Welsh

June 13th, 2012

I'm hungry. I want pancakes. I untangle myself from Max and get off the bed.

I open the door to Mom and Dad's room and climb up. They look asleep. I could wake them, but ...  [+]

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Creative Nonfiction

Abreaction

Madison De Castille

The average person uses different methods to escape from their problems. Some run marathons, some play basketball, others listen to music or strum their guitar. Whatever the means, we all try to lose ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Comfortable

Krista Sanders

“I got Fruity Pebbles,” David says before setting down his load of groceries in the middle of the tiled kitchen floor.

“Cool, thanks.”

He opens the refrigerator door with his foot but it ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The First Attack

Krista Sanders

Mr. Hazzard called for us to move to the next set. I was glad he got distracted for a moment before calling us to move because I had to break attention to figure out where that was. I located my ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Commodore

Charles Williamson

The quiet that came with being on land was what annoyed the commodore most. A vessel underway had music to it, men and machine moving in time as if playing a symphony with him as the conductor. At the ...  [+]

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