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1-800-PSYCHIC

Did you know there's a woman you can call?  She sits with three piles of cards in front of her, lets you pick one (but just one), and tells you not what tomo...
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The Diver

How dark the unknown depths of the soul, How strange the nameless author of the will. It doesn’t feel like you'd think. You're not a puppet on strings, a pass...
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Stay In Line

Eliza had a sneaky look on her face, like she’d done something bad. “I have something to tell you,” she said. We were in the teachers’ lounge while the kids wer...
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The Cry Room

The lobby was everything the recruitment video promised: moss walls, bleached oak accents, air that smelled faintly of lavender. A woman with a fashionably over...
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Open Your Eyes

“It’s time to get away from all of this,” Erick says sternly to himself. Closing the door behind him, Erick walks barefoot across the hardwood floor toward his ...
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Canine

Traffic was an unprecedented miracle and he is only thirty minutes late. He is furious at the efficiency until he sees that Sue is already there. The restaur...
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Detachment

The night was still. So still, that when Alyssa gazed up, she felt like she was looking at the moon reflected on a dark surface of water, rather than at the sky...
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Space Casino

“Eight of swords.” I can’t tell if the dealer recognizes the unlikelihood of the pull. It keeps happening. Over, and over, and over. Eight of swords, eight of s...
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Danger Zone

My cousin dragged me to Detroit to meet his fiancé and for some reason—ill or well-intentioned, I’m not sure, though sureness is what I’m seeking—they paid for ...
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The Boners

There was something of a suicide cluster at the high school. It started with William Talbot, a thin red-haired junior who was sort of an outcast type kid. Liste...
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Cache-22

You get used to it after a while, thinking in the ones and zeros. The black and white of a corporate life, shuttled from room to room with the white, fluorescen...
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H-I-D-I-N-G

Dr. What’s-Her-Face is so pushy, always on my case to write it down. The thing. What happened when I was fourteen. At drama camp. Wow, six years ago. My shrink ...
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The Search

Russell has been trying to find a job for months. The problem isn’t that he can’t get interviews. Russell worked as a project manager for a few years before get...
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Question Begging

On an evening in late spring, she sat down at her desk and wrote, “Never again will he ask me, ‘What do you want?’” She paused, frowned, passed her fingers over...
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