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My dad mowed the lawn every Saturday morning—weather permitting—for seventy-two years. Vacations were scheduled around it, plans turned down, brunches…
2024 Micro Prize Longlist
Microfictions often set-up and exhibit their own kind of narrative rules, and we’re excited to honor these 47 rule-breaking stories.…
Blood-Related
They spoke with such thick accents that she sometimes couldn’t understand them, her father’s distant parents, but she clearly heard…
Pulse
We walk cautiously along the trail in leaden morning light, here for the spawning salmon and for a change. That’s…
Sixty, Fifty-Nine, Fifty-Eight
On our first date, our only date, I lied to you when you asked me about my biggest fear. Sinkholes,…
Sugar Highs & Lows
The teenagers on the subway were giddy as they downed their Starbursts, shrieking and giggling, trading yellows, reds, and oranges.…
The Touch Forecast
Your best friend, Meg, is scared for you. She wants to accompany you to the lake, but you need to…
The Uranium Bird
The uranium bird has been picking seeds from my lawn. It’s easy to tell where it’s been; it leaves behind…
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