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Lena Belova
Bodies Before Him, buckets drained the well. Cheap takers never complimented the way the water reflected their image so clearly, not one ripple; never threw…
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The God Story
“From the time I was about five years old I went to Sunday school everyday. Grandma Kelly taught Sunday school. It was mandatory.”
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NO FUN FICTION: WORMS IN THE DIRT
“You’ve heard the story: guy tied to a stone, eagle pecks his liver out everyday, liver grows back every night. Some real Saw stuff. What you might not have heard was this…”
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Old Things Still Can
Harriet pulled up to the house. There it stood, barely, the evening light lending it the romanticism of an old ramshackle thing in a picturesque…
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The Sun & The Moon
The one thing I never counted on in my life was that a memory could be altered in retrospect. I always thought that the recollection…
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Janice’s Party
Walking into Janice’s party I felt eyes on me. My cheeks flushed hot. With sticky palms I adjusted my dress. I tugged at the bottom…
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The Loneliness Monologues: A Screenplay
“Sometimes I wonder if I’ve made the right choices in my life. Not only about the big things, like what college to go to, or…
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The Hot Seat
Jim was sick of seeing the sad longing everywhere, especially in himself. It was ridiculous. He’d seen a sad, bland man sit near a similarly…
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No Fun Fiction: Ferdinand’s Funeral
“There’s a funeral this Saturday.” “Are you going?”