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Autopsy

By Aimee LaBrie

It wasn’t a date exactly. He said, “Do you want to see a dead body?” I said yes.  I would…

Submission Guidelines

By Tonee Moll

We want your very best work! Writers at every stage of their career are encouraged to submit, but we want…

Into the White

By Gillian OShaughnessy

The wolves are out again. I can hear them, their hollow wails in the pines, slicing through a storm of…

Galgalim

By Eric Pahre

It is not an air raid. Above the city’s steepled church-tops the two planes break from the clouds. Sunlit rain…

Background

By K. A. Polzin

I didn’t have any theater experience, but when I saw the ad for background actors for a local play, I…

When We’re Empty Of What We Are Designed To Hold

By Quinn Rennerfeldt

One Sunday morning, I wake up to discover that both of my daughters have turned into birds. The younger—a tow-headed…

Adrift

By Kim Steutermann Rogers

It was the year the flood washed a parade of homes downriver. They called it a rain bomb. Kate’s home…

Two Cops Come to the Door

By Arthur Russell

Yes, I saw something. I was making my regular Friday night sauce-and-cheese sandwich. It’s like pizza on an Italian bread.…

Two Phenomena of Roughly Equal Importance

By Robert Shapard

“The air on Mars—what there is of it—is leaking away,” he said. “About half a pound a second sputtering into…

Something to See

By Alberto Vourvoulias

●Suit jacket and pants. White shirt. ●Brown knit tie, too narrow, too long. ●Pocket square, folded and stapled into shape.…

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