AT THE VERY CENTER OF YOU IS NOTHING by Alice M.
August 16, 2023
The masks were thin, pliable. They attached to her skin, seamless. They emoted for her, always appropriate, guaranteed to fetch the reaction she wanted.
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WHEN IT FIRST STARTED COMING DOWN IT WAS BEAUTIFUL by Billy Irving
August 9, 2023
The Weatherman describes the snow as dumping. Feathery bundles fall against all things and accumulate against all things, and besides that: the grey, and the cawing of invisible birds.
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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS by Aaron Burch
August 2, 2023
It was exciting and sad and over too fast and underwhelming and amazing, all at the same. It was all of it. It was beautiful.
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PEGGING by Josh Sherman
July 26, 2023
Like anything, Hot Wheels has a language. Like any language you encounter, you want to make this one your own.
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GETTING QUIET by Emily Marie Seibert
July 19, 2023
The parrot needed quietude and a sense of security in order to come down. My neighbors must’ve pegged me as mad.
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SUPER BLACK by Sasha Brown
July 12, 2023
“It’s not that it disappears,” he said. “It’s just deep. It’s like a cliff. It goes all the way down. But it’s something new, Rico.”
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UGLY BOYS by Daniel Isaiah Elder
June 21, 2023
Men. A constant desire, sometimes simmering, often burning. Never sated. And for him, I knew, it had been even longer.
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I AM MARKED SAFE by Ian Crutcher Castillo
June 7, 2023
A year and three months ago a stray bullet caught Mina in the face, just grazing it. She has a scar that trails down her left eye, back to her left ear. The scar looks like one tear crying. Sometimes, lightning strikes twice.
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LOVE LETTER by Nick Plett
May 15, 2023
The world felt like something awful impending. June gloom had set in early; Mercury was back in retrograde. Everyone was jittery, uncertain, a little gun shy.
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DOOMSDAY APOCALYPSE MELANCHOLIA BLUES by Nathaniel Duggan
April 24, 2023
It was an easy thing, that winter, to realize that you were not, in fact, you—rather you were the untitled, draft email of yourself, addressed to no one.
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