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In Which Sophie and I Clear a Forest

In Which Sophie and I Clear a Forest

The crab apples had disappeared from Sophie’s grove across the street last week, but I didn't notice until Sophie got lice. They were easy to spot because she pulled her braids so tight, scalp bright and taut in the hairline, a barren main street that the tiny...

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And This Is How It Ended

And This Is How It Ended

The End Me at his door, trying to convince him I was a good person. But I wasn’t a good person back then, needy and egotistical, kind and then poisonous. On his doorstep that day, David told me I was like a creeping bellflower, a weed people mistake for a flower and...

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100 Word Story Mini-Contest Winners

100 Word Story Mini-Contest Winners

Libertas Bayveen O'Connell War Destroys A Man From the Inside Out Edie Meade Look Sky, No Suburbs Meg Tuite I Have Dreamed of The Divine Moustapha Mbacké Diop Empty Words Kristen Loesch Comorbidity Kim Magowan Before She Knew Her Body Was the River Anna Gates Ha...

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Numbers

Numbers

Nationwide that year, 128 officers were killed in the line of duty. My father is number 87 in the official report, arranged chronologically by death date.  When it arrived in the mail, glossy and sleek like a new car brochure, my mother barely glanced at it before...

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100 Word Story Mini-Contest Winners

100 Word Story Mini-Contest Shortlist

Libertas Button mashing After Grief Space Whales War Destroys A Man From the Inside Out Look Sky, No Suburbs Snow Days I Have Dreamed of The Divine Soft to the Touch When Water Returns to the Salt Edged Shore Empty Words You Took My Fingerprints And Winked Comorbidity...

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The I.C.’s

The I.C.’s

They were everywhere: the I.C.'s. You couldn't spit without hitting one. You tripped over them in the street, on the train. The population had suddenly doubled. The wealthy were going in for “minimally invasive treatments,” and coming home with gleaming shiny...

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Origami

Origami

It is impossible to fold the same piece of paper seven times. 1. You wrote inside the lines. Your textbooks neat, unmarked, while ours were brazen with graffiti.  Sometimes, I sat next to you when I came in late. You sat so still, as though you were trying to...

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Motherhood: A Hexaptych

Motherhood: A Hexaptych

1 She is cold, but they are frost and shiver. She digs them holes in the snow, sweeping ice crystals away. They burrow like wolf pups, snuggle inside enclosed walls. They think they are safe. Once she is sure they are sound asleep, she tiptoes away. They will survive...

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Authentic, Real, and Good

Authentic, Real, and Good

The truth is I got hired for my looks and promoted for my flexible standards of truth and that is really all there is to say about it. Except the job was easy enough at first, standing by the door and chiming Irasshaimase! whenever anyone entered, even though it was...

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Waving Tassels

Waving Tassels

Plan to Free  The dog ate the turkey. Then killed all the village swans, piled the white corpses at the front door, impossible to hide, a pyre to be paid for with exile. In the orange school bus, every morning and afternoon, no matter the snow or dust, we’d lower the...

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One Long Sting

One Long Sting

From the time I learn how to bleed I keep a scab in the fleshy inner curve of my ear. Small, coarse, red-brown. I tend to it like I should tend to myself. When I am lonely, or need something to ruin, I dig a fingernail into the cartilage, tear the scab. Little blood,...

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