LETTING GO by Brooke Castillo

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            I look at the grass art, leaning towards me at a 45-degree angle. Six flags are overlapping one another so elegantly, every blade of grass not surpassing the one next to it. I...

LOVEBIRDS by William McMillan

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They came every day to see one another. She worked at a bookstore on a college campus- selling kids who could be her children’s children books, notepads, and pens. All the bullshit that freshmen...

MUCH TOO YOUNG Gary E. Calhoun, PhD

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The story starts in a working class neighborhood in the shadows of downtown Jacksonville. Among a row of houses where the families live week to week and at times day to day a young...

THE SETTING by Emily Vest

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The Crescent Woods Skate Park Drake chants from teenagers’ Bluetooth radios, his voice reverberating against the hot metal skateboard ramps of this summer evening. Elementary school kids sneaker up the ramps and slide back down,...

THE CATCH by Kristen Langlois

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I’ve always hated fishing. My father took me when I was a teen, and the horror thatfollowed ensured I’d never do it again. My husband loves fishing, and when he first asked mewhy I...

HOW TO TELL PEOPLE I AM WORDLESS WHEN I AM UNABLE TO SAY IT...

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People used to say I was special. It wasn’t so much that my personality set me apart, I was painfully shy and gave little of myself away. The “gift” I was told I had...

THE STORY OF THE STORYTELLERS by Richard Owen Collins

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This is the kind of thing I would normally put in a fictional story I’m writing as part of a character’s opinion. It’s like I’m protecting myself that way. Because the thing is I have...

THE ART OF OUR NECESSITIES by Melissa Knox

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After my husband died, my realtor cast his eye down the length of our living room, which could have worked as several bowling alleys, and nodded.             “I can do this,” he said with a...

HIGH SCHOOL ANGST by Joshua Abel

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When I entered high school I had a full beard and a medical condition (a seizure disorder) that wasn't under control with medication. In junior high I was called Abraham Lincoln because of the...

THE YEAR OF THE RAT BABY by Ajit Dhillon

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Our baby was born during the pandemic. In a heightened state of lockdown. With a team of overeager nurses checking in constantly because we were the only ones in the labor ward. In a...