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Lilian D. Vercauteren
Aside from the man walking up and down the aisles and the woman behind the counter, the small store is empty. His boots knock slow and even on the floor, she is...
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Cool, haha

kate wiggeringloh
The desert isn’t a very good friend. He isn’t a very good boyfriend, either. When I heard about you meeting up with the desert for a cocktail, I wanted to slap ...
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Random Balloons

Bud Smith
SOMEONE   WAS   JACKHAMMERING   OUTSIDE   THE   WINDOW.  I rolled over, separated the Venetian blinds, looked outside. A gray-haired woman in a high visibility ...
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The House

Caitlin Vance
Cara’s mother always makes Cara do things that should get her in trouble—spit off bridges, sneak into the Employees Only closet, feed old bread to animals at th...
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The Rodin Syndrome

Drew Kiser
I only have an hour to tell you this story, maybe an hour and a half if we’re lucky. I apologize in advance for checking my phone so often. I’m waiting for a ve...
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Mighty Max

Daniel Elder
Simon wakes up to Mom’s hand soft on his shoulder. She sits on the edge of his bed in her bathrobe, her red curls lit with morning sun. She smells like blue. ...
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Here’s Where

Blake Wallin
People I know places I go/ make me feel tongue tied./ I can see how people look down,/ they’re on the inside./ Here’s where the story ends “Here’s Where th...
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TUTELAGE

Mason Binkley
You stand in a class full of high school students who think you’re a joke, but you can relate to them because you used to mock the man who dressed up as a clown...
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Lines Don’t End

Alex Vigue
You didn’t know why the engineers chose to lay the rails side by side; you only knew that it was strange to ride a horizontal train. All of the seats faced the ...
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Boy On Display

Timmy Reed
I slept in a ball of my mother's bras as a boy - not a fetish, there was just nowhere else to sleep. We lived in the back of a department store. We posed during...
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Circles

Ryan Fournier
You are doing doughnuts in the Walmart parking lot at 2am.  You can’t sleep.  You never sleep anymore.  The song “Methuselah Rookie Card” by Snowing is so loud ...
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Captions

K. B. Dixon
Above: A portrait of Phillip Hillwood painted by the doddering and much-acclaimed expressionist Malcolm Ulrich appeared in conjunction with a breathless story t...
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Ted Danson

Andrew Boomhower
You’re lonely and depressed; your grandfather died only a few weeks ago and now you have the house to yourself. It’s so silent that it bothers you, makes it dif...
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