short story

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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My Circle Just

Spencer Nitkey
Mare was already $75,000 in the hole. A deepening, widening hole with toothy edges, and there were definitely divorce proceedings at the bottom of it. But she k...
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Better Liars

Anthony Lien
Pathetic old Warren looks demented as he climbs up onto a table near the pinball machine, a freshly poured pint of Modelo splashing around in his hand and an IV...
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Bathtime

Francesco Moschetto
It’s another sunny day in Los Angeles, and the cars are honking. I ran my usual loop down to Costco, past the boxing gym, and back. Steven Tyler, my dog, pissed...
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Last Action Hero

E.P.D. Pretty
It’s what he calls himself when reality kicks in. Like when he cleans the sick from the downstairs toilet, or climbs the stairs with his mother slumped across h...
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Was

Gianluca Cameron
Cat’s eye glasses, commonly associated with librarians. Black-and-white polka dot dress. Believing in the afterlife is easier than believing she’ll never be rea...
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Conjure Me

Naomi Blythe Gold
The '79 Lincoln Continental shone blue as moonstone at high noon. It was her papa’s ‘til he died of black lung, then Suzanne’s, but I drove. A deadly heat wave ...
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Reflections

Sadee Bee
Their dining room felt a thousand yards long. His ice-blue eyes bored into her like needles pricking her delicate skin. Words filled the air, his lips even move...
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We Worry, Inc

Jan Hassmann
Wading through the jungle of mental health ads, you almost feel bullied into peer depression. And what's wrong with bottling things up? Works for the whole fami...
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