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TEA by Kristal Peace

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Ah…uh…well…hmm. I say, old chap, I hope you won’t take offense at – uh…no, no thank you. No tea for me. I…uh...don’t…that is, I eat and drink at home. What I make, you see....

PIZZA DELIVERY by Demian Brighina

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Justin had only one more pizza to deliver before he could end his shift. He grabbed the pizza and started walking toward the back exit of the restaurant. As he walks through the kitchen,...

WHAT THE WATER GAVE ME by Susie Brown

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The front door swung open and slammed hard into the wall leaving behind a small roundish hole where the doorknob struck. Jared hobbled into the living room, heavy laden with bags, stumbled to the...

JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED by Jerry Cronin

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The parents meetings are six p.m. Mondays in the Good Samaritan Hospital basement. The same 25 parents always show up, and the rest are those who attend two or three times and disappear. Initially,...

RUMPELSTILTSKIN Adelaide B. Shaw

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"What can I do, Joanna?  I want to help."             I turned away from Magda's outstretched arms and averted the hug she had tried to give twice before. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the...

ARGENTINA 1990: THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Carol Zapata-Whelan

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             It is a mild winter day in Buenos Aires, August of 1990, and my uncle Cacho, dark eyes convivial, is introducing me to an old friend in the Ezeiza Airport. My uncle's friend...

I SHOULD’VE BEEN A COWBOY by Christopher Cosmos

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I should’ve been a cowboy. I’d have learned to rope and ride, as the song goes. I’d have lived a life without rules, a life without borders and a life without states or nations, because out...

WRITER’S BLOCK AT ITS FINEST by Maria Fernanda

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A blank page was staring straight into Phoebe’s soul. She had opened her laptop, creating a new document to write in. At first, she thought it was going to be easy, but ten minutes...

THAT’S WHERE YOU GO by Peter Dellolio

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Early morning.  Crisp autumn of the schoolyard.  Beginning of the school day.  Donna’s father crouches.  Squatting he points.  To guide Donna.  Long high wall.  Blocking October sun.  In front of the wall Donna’s father. ...

IN THE WIND by John Drudge

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In the Wind Over the ridgeWhere we came of ageWhere we saw the endOf forgivenessAnd the slanted windScratching tracksAcross backsOf forlorn beastsWhere we graspedAt strawsAcross nighttime starsAnd wept for the sorrowOf every tomorrowIn the wind A...