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What My Hands Remember
The vibration of the harvest gold phone that hung from our kitchen wall the last Sunday you called. Mom’s fingernails…
Horsebroken
Handcuffs On the way to see our boy in the detention centre I was wearing invisible handcuffs. “Don’t try to…
Fractured Lit Flash Fiction OPEN Judged by Maurice Carlos Ruffin Shortlist
We’re excited to honor these stories by including them on our shortlist for this contest. Congrats to the writers who…
Fastball
Thinking about how she flung a softball right into my dad’s eye. How with her he was like helluva pitch,…
The Life of the Mother
Content Warning: Miscarriage, abortion Following the meeting with the doctor, there was no thought of a baby shower. Too much…
Where I Come From . . .
the house had jasmine bushes that scented the backyard, veiling the odors from our rubbish bins. It’s where my sisters…
Whirlwing Daughter
eggrolls should be rolled tight. they taste better that way & men like them like that too but Ntxawm is…
Fractured Lit Flash Fiction OPEN Judged by Maurice Carlos Ruffin Longlist
We’re excited to honor these stories by being on our longlist for this contest! We’ll have a shortlist to send…
Cold At First
After signing the divorce papers, I get in my car and drive the three hours to my sister’s house. I…
Two Coins
She’s seventeen years old and standing at a bus stop in East Texas. It’s raining, and her hair is pulled…
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