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Stanislavski’s Fly
Character and Expression class. Monday. A black box theater. The teacher clutches her cross pendant, “We must be looking above…
The Mass Blinding of Sclera, Wyoming
The town scalper says he lost his eyes at the supermarket. Left them on a shelf in the toothpaste aisle,…
Moths
—finally, it is night and you wrench the bulb from the porch ceiling and all the moths plop to the…
Lil Fucker
We bury Lil Fucker facing north in the frozen yard, halfway between the dogwood tree and the rusted tin shed,…
T, My Name is Tonya
But not really. It’s a nickname, something my sister used to call me. You wouldn’t know my real name. He…
Landfall
In the time that my mother has been missing, the skies have turned a gray, roiling mass. The radio is…
Love 1992: A Catechism*
Does Love exist? Is fat meat greasy? Cuz ain’t no way I could’ve fallen so hard, so fast, so far,…
Fractured Lit Flash Fiction OPEN Grand prize Winner and Finalists
We’ll be publishing 16 total stories from this contest and we’re so excited about Judge Sara Lippmann’s choices! Thank you…
Malia
One day Neela will run inside and steal me away. The other wigs roll their eyes. They smell the hope…
Longing on the Journey to Proxima B
The traveler isn’t lonely. The ghosts of dead oceans joined the ship soon after the first onion sprouted in the…
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