PASSIONS OF THE EMBASSYBOY by George Guledani

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Passions of the Embassyboy George Guledani Employees were crowded at the guard terminal entrance waiting for the opposite doors to shut. It was already late, but people knew their bosses usually attended a morning press briefing;...

FAMILY VACATION by Maia Perez

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   When we were in the truck mama told daddy that after this trip she was done. But not long after she said that she turned to me with a big smile on her...

OEDIPUS WRECKS by John Styron

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Frank is driving Bardstown Road toward the city, toward the interview, toward the next logical step. From high in the sky, it seems, he can see himself. This is how he often sees himself,...

THE AFFAIR by Bel Torres

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Sixteen was the number of balled up tissues on the floor. She counted them each time she dropped a new one to the floor. The pillow was sopping from the tears and snot. She...

WHEN WE START DATING GIRLS by Ted LoRusso

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     Tonight is one of those strange times Rex is almost getting used to. It’s the end of October, and he’s hiding behind the tree across the street from his house. From here can...

THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY by Jay Moran

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Banging on the door, I realized, was not going to free me from this situation. I was stuck in here with Tyler, the one that my girlfriends deemed “the perfect man.” I never thought...

DRY by Nigel Pugh

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"Water, sand, and trees brought us to this valley over two-hundred years ago. Now it’s dry,” Mom. Our forebears came from Flanders, glass-makers. “For generations. Telling stories in glass.”When the small glassblowers could no...

THE HILLS OF DON DILLI by Tan Bo Yan

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                                                        The Hills of Don Dilli    When the door first flung open, I was greeted by the most welcoming sight. Glittering pearls floated through the hallways, the smell of fresh poppies filled the air,...

HIBISCUS by Alan Massey

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A woman, hands folded in front of her stomach, walked across my front yard. I watched from my window. It startled me. But why did it startle me? It wasn’t what I expected. And...

UNFINISHED by Laurie Hollman

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Only half an hour for my pastel sticks to flesh out shapes, contours, and shadows of your profile. Then I stop for weeks. Why this hesitation? A week later I adjust an angle of your...