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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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Neighborhood Watch

Kip Knott
PERSONAL LOG: OCTOBER 3, 2038 – 11:13 P.M. The temperature on the thermometer outside reads 22 degrees, which is unusually cold compared to autumn temperatur...
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The Porch

Jimmy Schmitz
My porch has folding chairs. People sit in them. There’s a plastic table—guests put drinks on it. Lights hang from the ceiling—an Amazon purchase. The smell of ...
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Assimilate

Wade Harris
We couldn’t let panic stop us now. I was out of pills and only had 12 rounds of .357 Magnum. We came here for one thing. One simple fucking thing. Unfortunately...
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The Knight and I

Brian Rawlins
As soon as I hold the sword in my hands, I feel stronger than the jacked up Ford F150 that that dickhead Jasper parks up on his lawn, so strong that I swing the...
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The Verizon Guy

Jen Shepherd
His bedroom is a low slanting attic space but after four years I’m used to the yellowed popcorn plaster ceiling looming above as he lingers over my semi-soft-fo...
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The Administrator

R.K. Muir
The suburbs lay broken in the gray morning. Houses gutted. Windows smashed. Roof beams showed in the light. The streets split open. Asphalt curled at the edges....
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A More Radiant Glow

Rick White
John sat uncomfortably in a chair which must surely have been designed for discomfort, since it served no other purpose. It was eleven forty-seven a.m., or mayb...
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Tornado

William Beeker
At school they taught us to recognize a bell that signaled a tornado had touched down nearby. They taught us to sit in the hallway with our textbooks fanned ove...
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The Curse

Swetha Amit
I'm playing a doubles pickleball match in the women's finals of an interclub tournament when my paddle breaks. The handle separates, and the paddle thuds agains...
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