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freedom fighters

By aureleo sans

In our neighborhood, the dumpsters peel orange but not like citrus.  White liquid seeps from their underbelly.  Nothing drinks the…

Not Interested

By Catherine Gammon

I’m not interested, she said, in restless craving, space-time music, outside combining elements. Images only, she said, with a shake…

When You Come Home From Nashville

By Patricia Q. Bidar

I get lost three times en route to the Oakland Airport, ten minutes from home. I have waited for you…

Dorothy Paints Poppies from Memory

By Barbara Diehl

Because she is still shaking the doorknobs of this broken farmhouse the cyclone heaved from its foundation and dropped like…

How to Take Care (of the Environment)

By Yvanna Vien Tica

1. Reduce The first night you eat Peking duck. It is not your first time to consider ducks as food…

Monsters, Mystery, & Mayhem Contest Shortlist

By Fractured Lit
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These 20 stories thrilled us with their specific and creepy details, their attention to character, and their surprises in plot…

A Language Is a Story

By Olga Musial

Father says he built the house back in Poland and hauled it with him across the Atlantic. The story goes:…

Monsters, Mystery, & Mayhem Contest Longlist

By Fractured Lit
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These 39 stories thrilled us with their specific and creepy details, their attention to character, and their surprises in plot…

Windows

By Elizabeth Maria Naranjo

We wait until the soft explosions above deaden to absolute silence—not the kind of silence that listens but the kind…

The Day Never Happened

By Sara Chansarkar

I did not combine melted butter and eggs in the medium mixing bowl or beat the mixture with the hand…

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