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Dancing Crow
by Steve Lillie
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Going Viral
by Steph Nelson Water rots inside the marble bird bath, the crown jewel of Mom’s backyard garden. It looks more like sludge now. A glossy, brown substance that would probably poison any bird stupid enough to visit. How long has it been since Karla cleaned it? My sister isn’t exactly into upkeep. I…
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Natural Authority
It’s a sunny Saturday morning in June. The high is only going to be about 80 degrees, there’s a slight breeze, and Harold thinks it is perfect in the shade of his girlfriend’s pop up awning at the Farmer’s Market. Leaning back in a camp chair, feet propped up on the empty seat of Willow’s…
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Lucid Dreams
by Evan Anderson Bliss Jacob was walking down a street. It was a typical mid-Spring midday; the sun was over his shoulder and there was enough of a breeze that his sweatshirt was zipped up. His best friend Ayden was walking one step behind him, and they had just passed the new wine bar that…
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Hungry for Clown
by Aleks Wittkamp When I arrive in Hungry Pond for my first solo performance, I wear the makeup we call grotesque whiteface. It’s a base of white greasepaint under thin blue eyebrows, an overlarge red mouth, and bright cheekbones. It scares children and amuses parents. Either reaction is better than the non-reaction my own face…
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The Swollen
by AC Bauer “There’s nobody out there. Trust me, Lewis.” “But Raymond Mordecai said at night they come out and try to get you,” Lewis whined. “He said they take you, and they drag you down and –” James sighed heavily. “Remember the last time Raymond Mordecai told you anything? You almost broke your leg.…
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Season’s Greetings from the NPCD Board of Pardons and Paroles
by LL Garland Dear Inmate #72682, We regret to inform you that your request for parole has been denied. While we were truly moved by your testimony of personal growth and improvement during your recent parole hearing, several Board members expressed grave doubts concerning your full rehabilitation based on several factors. Our issues are as…
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The Mistletoe Man
by ES Huberty The Mistletoe Man wasn’t always real. He lived in the stories Dad began telling me the year Mom went to visit my Aunt Lizzie and didn’t come home. I lay under my polar bear blankets on Christmas Eve, watching snowflakes slap against the window. I wondered when Mom would come back for…
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