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Corporations!

Sean Dowie
I love corporations. When I play video games, I imagine my character as a badass CEO. He’s wearing a suit, mowing down enemies without remorse, sweating from hi...
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Mr. Gruesome

Jacob Vaus
i. They call me Gruesome, and I goad them on. “Yes,” I say. “Fantastic,” I say. “Call me Mister Gruesome.” Have you seen me? It was an ad they had m...
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Guitar Hero

Vanessa Meyer
“You will never speak the language of music.” You said that to me once, while strumming your guitar. How pretentious I thought. How rude. Even in my early 20...
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Fish Tank People

Arthur Mandal
My father loves me very much. I want to start with that because it’s the most important thing in the story. We live in a cynical world, where people take you...
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LKF

Kobi Ansong
Sterile room, fluorescent lights, it’s freezing too. Agent Fields across the table, a face you wanna punch. Tell me about Zahid, he says. We met on Lan Kwai ...
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Becoming Thatch

Ross McMeekin
The pragmatic businessman is always composed: abundant hair fixed in a quaff, gym-fit form clothed in cognac oxfords and a charcoal puppytooth suit, decisions m...
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Blood Bag

Joseph Gorodnitskiy
The sky is bleeding rain. I am on 42nd Street and I cannot tell if I am wet or just cold. The sun is MIA. Across from me is this mime making O shapes with hi...
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Lately

Kirsti MacKenzie
  Lately I’ve been burning down highways blindfolded. There are only three ways out of town: east, west, south. He sits in the passenger seat and keeps ...
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Smash Therapy

Vanessa Aricco
Inspired by an exercise her therapist gave her, Thea goes to estate sales to buy fine china to smash. Small plates rimmed in gold, porcelain tea cups once gripp...
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Cause of Death

Dodge Zelko
So much noise buffeting around in here I can’t make sense of it. I focus on the crackling paper of my cigarette. Through all the rest I can still hear that, but...
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H. Precarius

Josh Watkins
God gave me my money. —John D. Rockefeller   My luck with money reached its end at the Field Museum. Joan covered my entry fee, swore she didn’t mind....
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Sleepovers

Julián Martinez
The specialest movie was one we’d watch during sleepovers— we being all the kids who’d ditch our homes every night to be in each other’s, a dozen of us, in four...
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