LET DOGS DELIGHT by Devin Jacobsen

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Let Dogs Delight On looking back, you perceive patterns, a particular trajectory to a life, and doubt it could have been any way other than what it was. But even in the midst of living...

A MOST DISCONCERTING TITLE by Eric Green

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                                             A Most Disconcerting Title By a vote of 5-4 in favor, the editorial team at Jackhammer Publishers agreed to move ahead on the manuscript that for months, years, eternity, languished sight unseen, unread, and...

WEDDING DRESSES by Steven McBrearty

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I was hanging out at the law offices downtown in San Antonio that Saturday morning in September, working ostensibly, but actually just drinking free coffee and flirting with the receptionist, Rhonda.  I wasn’t expecting...

THE BULL SESSION by Fran Schumer

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When the girls decided to have a "bull" session, they really didn't know what it was. They assumed it was where you sat in a circle, and everyone frankly shared her view of the...

LEAVING RAILAY by Lois Rustenholtz

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Traveling on a tight budget bought handfuls of short-lived wonders. Knowing I’d crave more when it was over made everything a bit sweeter, saturating moments with nostalgia like honey soaking into soft bread. On the...

I WAS A WICKED ONE TO SAVE by Brenna Carroll

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I Was a Wicked One to Save by Brenna Carroll Dragging my feet in the face of salvation, I sought out the holiest of damnations. I thought my home was in the grave– I was a wicked one to...

CAN’T LET GO by Karen Court

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Paula Ashton could hear everybody having a good time. It was nearly 5pm on Friday afternoon and her co-workers were enjoying after-work drinks in the conference room, to celebrate Graham’s engagement to that insipid...

HASTILUDE by Derek Kelly

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“You’re dead.” “I’m not.” “Yes, you are. You’re dead. I shot you in the head.” “No, you didn’t. I got hit in the shoulder.” “The head Gerry.” “The shoulder.” “The bleedin’ head.” “You missed Jason. I got shot in the shoulder....

ENIGMA by Suzanne Zipperer

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Cyrus hated prejudice in the true sense of the word: pre-judging. That quick assessment everyone does, filing people in mental categories by their dress, hair style, address, occupation, skin tone. He figured that this...

THE STRANGER by Luis Morales-Giorgi

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The door doesn’t open often at this hour. I slouched, my eyes following my favorite pair of socks tumbling through a monsoon of shirts. The machine rattled and groaned as it worked. I just...