Michelle wasn’t thinking about her little sister as she crossed Euclid Avenue that evening. She wasn’t thinking about trick-or-treating or her lazy costume, a black fright wig and bloody lips. She wasn’t ...
Halloween, Shaker Heights, 1992 by Thomas Price
Fiction, LAR Online
Here on the coast, the mornings bring outsiders. Crows from the Valley, like slashed black scarves, descend on the hillside houses and telephone poles. They squabble with the native gulls over the trash in the liquor ...
Subtraction by Sean Madden
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Once there were fires.
Macario started them, at first in the empty lots dotting our town. Several times I caught him feeding kerosene into trash-filled barrels near the hotel that doubled as a wax museum on ...
El Mano Negra by Mario J. Gonzales
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Missed Spot Shaving
He missed a spot shaving, two spots, actually, one on each side of his chin directly below where he might have had dimples if he smiled more. It was because of this new shaving cream his girlfriend ...
Two Stories by Adam Falik
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Clark Creek
You try to keep your kids safe. You try to keep them from the things that scared you most as a child, even if those things were only imaginary. I don’t remember who gave me the book as a girl, but I ...
Three Stories on Monsters, on Grieving in the Gulf South by Adam Gnuse
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Smoldering Lascar turned violet against a desert sky lit pink by the setting sun. As evening slid over the Andean foothills and across the desert floor, Tomás sat on an ancient stone wall, smoothing dollar bills ...
Smoldering Lascar by Kevin Galvin
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Grace laid out the ultrasounds of the miscarriage over her legs. Three stills, captured at intervals, crooked on their tulip bedspread. The TV tuned to whatever.
“See?” Grace said to Chuck.
Their daughter ...
The Last Remembered Intersection by Robert Glick
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The thing that surprised Little Willie most when he tried to rob his first liquor store was how much blood and near nudity was involved. The blood didn’t come from a gunshot wound because the weapon he used wasn’t ...
Little Willie almost robs his first liquor store by Terry Rietta
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Penny Leong is 8-years-old and home by herself. At the kitchen table, she is playing at organizing a large extended family of toys. She arranges them with the strong toys along a perimeter surrounding the gentler ones. ...
Pieces by Peter H.Z. Hsu
Fiction, LAR Online
