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SWITCHBLADE, by matthew grolemund
I’m not the person they all want me to be, the one they’ll tell you about. Tracy Jenkins – she’s the real switchblade of Camp Creeps, hiding within her tight-woven handle, waiting for the right...
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THE JUMBO-TRON CAM: A LOVE STORY, by gene albamonte
Kiss-Cam This is where you and your new girlfriend Cheryl get caught kissing by one of the cameramen, who then puts the kiss up on the Jumbo-Tron for everyone at the stadium to witness. The crowd...
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IF THESE WINGS SHOULD FAIL ME, by brad efford
When he comes into the space they’re just launching into “Ain’t No Grave,” the ghost of Claude Ely coalescing a little from the fiddle and the six-string and the banjo and the upright and forming a...
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EVERY GIRL ON THE BUS I’VE EVER LOOKED AT THE WRONG WAY, I’M SORRY, by jon...
The pneumatic hiss of the bus door woke me. I had dreamed of war, plumed bronze helmets, men unscabbarding swords as they clambered over half-built stone walls like angry ants. I blinked; echoes of...
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TO SMOOTH OUT THE EDGES OF THE NIGHT, by rachel toliver
Your compulsive behaviors are—for the most part—domesticated. Maybe the one that you’re most ashamed of—your dirtiest dirty little secret—is Sex and The City. You pop in season four, sitting in...
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THE DUCHESS, by caroline picard
She drinks Carlo Rossi all the time. She isn’t an alcoholic but she admires the history of famous alcoholics and thus drinks as much as possible. She has a Chihuahua. Because chihuahuas are small...
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TERR-BEAR LOVES JIMMY, by tim jones-yelvington
Terr-bear was stolen, but Jimmy didn’t know it yet. Andrea was telling him, but he couldn’t hear her. Or he heard her, but he didn’t understand. The sun and the humidity buffeted him as he clutched...
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NO REAL SURPRISE, by luke goebel
You have been sleeping for a very long time, and so it is no real surprise when you wake up, you see that your chest-of-drawers has become a cigarette vending machine, the kind with those gold...
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THE SEXUAL ORIENTATION SELECTIVE ABORTION SOLUTION, by caleb powell
Butticus Prine parked his car, emerged, sauntered, admired bumper stickers: ‘God hates fags!’ ‘I got a gun and I vote!’ ‘Guns don’t kill babies, abortion clinics do!’ ‘AIDS is God’s solution!’...
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FIVE, DEPENDING ON WHAT HE DOES WITH THE GUN, by sarah ulicny
This guy, an engineer, moaned at the bar, full-on snorting the wet rings. He kept saying “Marjorie”. I kept saying “computer or train?” It wore me out, saying this. Especially since computer,...
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THE ONES WE LOVE, by shane robert goth
Scott first sees the movie star in the living room when he is eleven. His parents are out on a bowling-and-beer date night, his sister is in her bedroom with her boyfriend. “Heart of Glass” thumps...
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STORIES FROM A PLACE CALLED LANDING, NO 14, by j c reyes
The first ever graffiti tag to mark the City’s walls was a spray-painted name that appeared in tri-color script, an I so lavish its horizontal crosses, like a snake’s tail, rattled the wall behind...
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ASHES, by caroline swicegood
The shop was quiet as Webster wiped down his workstation. It was a little after eight and the other artists had gone home for the night. He could hear the guy in the next station over, a piercer,...
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NAUTILUS, by e. ames thorpe
Dim-light slivers between my eyelashes. My fingers trace a familiar path on the wall. Cold smooth concrete flows across my skin. Cell-scent reaches my nose and continues past as I inhale. Cool,...
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THIS YEAR’S LESSON, by justis mills
Stupid thoughts pass through: Your Friend is Uncomfortably Similar to Fish, You Were Royalty in a Past Life, Quantum Physics Will Solve Your Problems. They drift as teenagers in the museum of your...
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ONCE UP ON A SAXOPHONE, by caroljean gavin
I was getting pretty bored with the party, my own damned party at that, when Layla Cross came out of the back bedroom naked with my saxophone strapped across her chest. The guys who weren't already...
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INVITATION, by edmundo paz soldán
Translated by Kirk Nesset Two thousand four hundred thirty-six people have been invited to this most recent of Pedro Ledgard’s extravagant parties. No theme this time, it appears: it’s not a gala...
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DICTATOR AND CARDS (A STORY), by edmundo paz soldán
Translated by Kirk Nesset In this one, anyway, the dictator Joaquin Iturbide owned a greeting card factory, and held the monopoly on card sales in the country, and one day decided to declare June...
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OF MALLS AND DOSTOEVSKY, by rachel toliver
“What a beautiful face I have found in this place, that is circling all ‘round the sun…” –Neutral Milk Hotel Alight in end of May, she sits outside the school, on a sloping lawn beside the parking...
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A GENESIS OF DUST, by adam king
Tabby sat with a fork hovering like a guillotine over a slice of cheesecake. Her cat Jewel twirled around her feet, not begging but insinuating. Last night her boyfriend Aiden had danced off to the...
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