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The Scratch

Joe Bohlinger
TO DO LIST Clean bathroom Vacuum  Pack  Dismantle bed frame  He stole his roommate’s tools. He had never owned any. He chose a hex key. Wrong s...
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Arrow Park

Stephano Pereira
I almost died because I was stupid. Maybe that’s what saved me. I didn’t even react in the right way. I just wanted to smoke. I had spent the morning taking ...
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Big Red

Mayra Kalaora
Maude is on the 10th floor of an Upper East Side building, and Dr. K. is about to fix her. To get here, she has taken the kind of elevator that doesn’t have but...
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Blue Delusion

Travis Shosa
I’m at Liam’s place, externally zonked out on his polyester couch, but inside, where no one can see, I am a declawed kitty cat, futilely scrambling up the walls...
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She’s a Bengal

Billy Pepicelli
“So, what did you think of the space?” “I liked it. It was…funky.” “Please, take a seat. Water?”  “No, thanks. I’m good. My, what an interesting lookin...
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Exhibit F

Miriam Barnes
The following is an excerpt from the recently incarcerated Myrtle Marks' website: Family Matters    <Note from the prosecution: All links within t...
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Pink Flamingos

Sarp Sozdinler
It was my idea to crack open the last bottle of tequila, the one with no label on it, just the word tequila scrawled across it in red Sharpie. A survivor from s...
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Runaway

Krystle Ratticus
An Excerpt from Ornery Cuss I. I left in the late morning, after my mom went to work. We'd had an argument before hand and she said things she could n...
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Gravitron

Daisy Cashin
“It can’t always be a full moon. It mostly ever isn’t a full moon,” I said to the sky as I looked out from the Ferris wheel into the smug face on the full moon ...
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March Madness

Frank Jackson
Hank’s mood had little to do with the pain of recovering from his vasectomy. “I just didn’t like the joke,” he said. Evan was already laughing, having tho...
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The Editors

Anthony Cutolo
“Fuck off,” Omar whispered, biting his cuticle until it bled.  He looked out the window from his fourteenth-floor Manhattan apartment. Fifth Avenue was swarm...
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The Big Green Lie

Sabine Mayor
It’s 9:02 pm. The stars are awake. My intestines are as if interstates and the Taglioni is swerving like a motherfucker. I’ve vomited on this rooftop bar, and m...
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