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On the Train

15 Feb 2010, Posted by Narinda Heng in fiction, story, 0 Comments

On the Train


A SHORT STORY BY NARINDA HENG: “He wasn’t an unhappy man. His lips were often pressed together in what might be perceived as a snobbish sneer, but they were actually capable of smiling.”

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Sergei the Creeple

12 Feb 2010, Posted by Deb R. Lewis in fiction, story, 0 Comments

Sergei the Creeple


A SHORT STORY BY DEB R. LEWIS: “The only time his life-spark shone was when he bladed onto the ice, stick in hand.”

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The Day I Went Temporarily Blind

05 Feb 2010, Posted by Thomas Mundt in fiction, story, 0 Comments

The Day I Went Temporarily Blind


FICTION BY THOMAS MUNDT: “On my sixth birthday, my friends and I played Freeze Tag at dusk and I ran into a clothesline. My head snapped back and I landed flat on my back, knocking the wind out of me. Worse, the dry rope left a nasty burn across my eyelids. It hurt like hell and when my lungs returned I howled for my dad to come scrape me off the lawn. “

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25 Jan 2010, Posted by Paul M Davis in fiction, story, 0 Comments

Life On Mars


A SHORT STORY BY PAUL M. DAVIS: Signs of life and sociopathic behavior on the surface of Mars

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22 Jan 2010, Posted by Matt Wood in fiction, story, 0 Comments

Substitute


A SHORT STORY BY MATT WOOD: “He bumped into my shoulder as he turned to sit back down. ‘Whatever, man, you’re not a real teacher.’”

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08 Jan 2010, Posted by Brigid J. Barry in fiction, story, 0 Comments

Kites


A SHORT STORY BY BRIGID J. BARRY: “I kept walking, following the kites with my eyes instead of watching where I was going. I began to be worried that their strings would get tangled up, since they were so close together.”

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04 Jan 2010, Posted by Megan Stielstra in essay, story, 0 Comments

Faking It


A SHORT STORY BY MEGAN STIELSTRA: My first fake ID was from a five-foot, thirty-five-year-old Puerto Rican woman named Rosario and, surprisingly enough, it worked—so long as I ducked down nine inches, wore a wig and put on my I am not eighteen face.

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