If you passed by a sign twice a day that offered a service where you could anonymously scream away all your pain, fear and loneliness, how long before you tried it?
If Lizzy and Kait charge $3 for screaming in their ...
Ghost Word Problems by Chelsea Stickle
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“You had an excellent day,” says my boy Kenny. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Perilous words from the kid who follows me like a joyous five-year-old puppy, underfoot from dawn until dark, inches away from an ...
When I Was Older, I Will Grow Up by Jean Synodinos
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Every day of the trip it stormed. We were supposed to be learning about the geology of Tampa Bay. Instead, the first afternoon we thirteen waited out the rain under a rubberized tarp. Most of us were young professionals, ...
A Hundred Ways to Die by David Lerner Schwartz
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IT WAS THE latest action in his familial war of attrition: a compact, hilarious, and attractively priced point-of-sale tempter for the festive market. Too busy to read a novel, but too bored to endure ten minutes on ...
The Dire Reader by James Roderick Burns
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When I was fifteen, playing field hockey in Alta Plaza Park with my friend Lucy, two men picked us up. When I say “men,” I mean just that: they were years older than us (hours later I was to learn Théo was ...
Alta Plaza Park by Kim Magowan
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The drunks had sung at midnight for at least a hundred Mondays. They’d drift down-street after karaoke ended and gather around my blue trash tote.
I was used to their crooning. They could really do it. No ...
Welcome to Ecumenica by Tyler Barton
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Red had never been to the Aldi by herself since her eyesight began to fail, and it overwhelmed her, the muddled beeping and chatter and footslaps, the efficient shopper-motion, the indistinct items crammed onto rows and ...
Red, Wolfgang, and the Dream by Wendy Elizabeth Wallace
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God sat down on my garden bench and sighed, putting his hands on his knees, head dipped low. I saw him out of the upstairs window and hurried down. I am not accustomed to strangers walking into the garden uninvited. Many ...
In the Garden by M. Christine Benner Dixon
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Today is my favorite shift of the year: New Year’s Day. The passengers that ride my bus are mostly quiet; last night’s partygoers have found another way home. It’s just the morning route and the Oregon rain and ...
The Cadence of Rain by Erin Popelka
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