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We Mistakenly Think It Keeps Growing
# Freddie goes missing overnight on a Sunday. That week is a blur of search parties and candlelight vigils, porch…
Fractured Lit Elsewhere Prize Longlist
Once again, we had trouble deciding which stories should make the longlist, so here are 51 stories in contention! We’ll…
If we name it Mittens, can we please keep the food delivery bot, please?
That July, all our dreams were bones. T-rex bones, kneecap bones, bones larger than our house, bones of a dinosaur…
Is Now and Ever Shall Be
The paper clips look like angels if you bend them a certain way. We wear them reverently or as reverently…
possible future for our daughter #683
In this future, my mistakes as a parent—the ones my friends told me not to beat myself up about—they make…
Pairs
A new pair of underwear arrives in the mail on the 14th of every month. The subscription service delivers on…
Along the Edge of the Fading Light
I pick up stuff. Things others left behind. Scarves, mittens, dollar bills, pens, rings. And I cannot describe what it…
Third Thumb
Ma has a third thumb. It hangs from her pocket when she thinks no one’s looking, drags behind her as…
Ice on the Wings
I get to relive one day. That’s all. For me, a crash ended everything, but the full range of trauma…
Stanislavski’s Fly
Character and Expression class. Monday. A black box theater. The teacher clutches her cross pendant, “We must be looking above…
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