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Courtney Elizabeth Mauk -

At eight o’clock in the morning, Alyssa shows up at Danny’s apartment door with a stack of bright yellow flyers. He has not...

Robert J. Stevens -

Someone is stealing her dresses. They were only snake skins, snail shells, but he had wanted them. There was once a whole...

Brandon Graham -

Chapter 1: Perhaps a bit of an Overreaction For the hundredth time in ten minutes Flip cinches the terry cloth belt of his forest green...

John Cotrona -

“It’s a holy day.” “No it isn’t. It’s a regular day.” “Why are they marching us off to church then?” “So they can film us. They’re perverse.” One...

Erika Thorkelson -

Around the time the kittens started going missing, I noticed a surplus of abandoned clothing in the streets. But maybe I’m mashing the two...

Weston Cutter -

A few days ago Toof started up again, eating only a bit of dog food at a time. He’d race in from the living...

Mark Paterson -

The TV is on mute so none of us know something is wrong until my brother notices the news desk has no anchorperson. “What’s...

Jonathan Papernick -

She had seen that clouded look before, a determined mix of pity and revulsion and something else she could not define. It was there...

Nicholas Bede Stenner -

When a worn copy of Riddley Walker and Volume 21 of Hana Kimi appear on her desk accompanied by a worn library card, a...

Sativa January -

No peach. Also, no roses. Peach roses reminded Ann of dead people, of her dead grandma. Ann's mother, Mona, was...