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 Where I Come From . . .

By Sudha Balagopal

the house had jasmine bushes that scented the backyard, veiling the odors from our rubbish bins. It’s where my sisters screeched with laughter every time I read the lines “Sing Mother Sing, Can Mother Sing, Mother Can Sing,” from The Radiant Reader because our Ma had the voice of a man, where, when Ma answered…

Whirlwing Daughter

By Phoua Lee

eggrolls should be rolled tight. they taste better that way & men like them like that too but Ntxawm is thinking about girls & one time one asked to hold hands during a school field trip. & one time at school is asked about what or who she masturbates to & at home is asked…

Fractured Lit Flash Fiction OPEN Judged by Maurice Carlos Ruffin Longlist

By Fractured Lit

We’re excited to honor these stories by being on our longlist for this contest! We’ll have a shortlist to send to Judge Maurice Carlos Ruffin very soon!

Cold At First

By Hannah Grieco

After signing the divorce papers, I get in my car and drive the three hours to my sister’s house. I can smell the ocean from her driveway as soon as I open my door. “Yes, Jesus, thank you,” Beth says when I offer to take Nelly and Grandma to the beach. It’s freezing, even now…

Two Coins

By Leslie Walker Trahan

She’s seventeen years old and standing at a bus stop in East Texas. It’s raining, and her hair is pulled into a ponytail. She’s wearing a backpack, and on the bench beside her is a green duffel bag with a broken strap.  The bus is late. Her shoes are wet, and the cold is seeping…

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