When we first met, he asked to call me by your name: Clara. I imagined you as a ballerina, and therefore more beautiful than me.
When I was young, I had no idea that men might want me. When my friends would get called ...
Clara by Iris Loehr
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Day One
September. The hotel. It was supposed to be beautiful. It was, after all, named after Jay Gatsby, and located on a French side street. The emerald green walls, like a signature. They left their luggage at the ...
All That Was Promised by William Pei Shih
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We weren’t surprised when we got the call from the guidance counselor at Avery’s middle school. We’d anticipated it ever since Avery began speaking in Carl Sagan quotes. It didn’t take a fortune teller to predict ...
The Aggregate of Our Joy by Elizabeth Rosen
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The Howl
V
Okay. Let’s try this out.
One: The dark wood texture of the tall-backed waiting room bench that wraps around the wall. I’m alone on this side, but there’s a twin bench on the far wall with two ...
The Howl by Hana Rehman
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[after Borges]
It is said that sometime in late 2029, in a server farm in Virginia, a research team constructed a machine that could generate every human thought that could ever be imagined. The project, financed by a ...
The Archive of Ananke by Jade Bailey Brock
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The trouble in Faye Steinbruch’s marriage emerged when they received a pair of theater tickets purchased in the name of their recently deceased neighbor. This was far from the first time the couple had received mail ...
Understudies in the Audience by Jacob Appel
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I loved my mother. She bought me an alarm clock for my twelfth birthday because I was always late to school, slow to wake under her gentle hands. She smelled of powdery makeup and sweet perfume. Her steps made no sound ...
Sugar by Annabelle Taghinia
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Adele Voyria (AV) is a Scottish-based author, poet, and screenwriter. They have been shortlisted for the Grierson Verse Prize and the ...
Ouroboros by Adele Voyria
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At first, I think I’m nauseated from a bad oyster I ate. When the nausea doesn’t go away and I feel exhausted, I suspect I have lymphoma because I knew someone, a nurse in the psych ward at the hospital where I work, ...
