THE BROKEN COMPASS by Ciaran McLarnon

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THE BROKEN COMPASSby Ciaran McLarnon  From a distance they seemed smooth and angular, but still snow managed to cling to the slate-grey peaks that kept the landing strip secluded. Bryce watched through the porthole beside...

WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES by Nicole Carpio

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When the Clock Strikes By Nicole Carpio             The small analog clock’s ticking fills the space. The man is wearing a fancy black vest while the woman is wearing a fancy bright red dress. Both of...

THE OPPONENT by Mark Hannon

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THE OPPONENTBy Mark Hannon He sat on a folding chair, dripping sweat, his heart rate slowing down, the fight over for several minutes. Feeling the water run down his nose, he concentrated on timing when...

I TAKE FLIGHT, by C. E. Petrichor

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I TAKE FLIGHTBy C.E. Petrichor When I think of my family, I think of vines. I think of monumental emerald green ropes embellished with thick, needle pointed thorns that wrap themselves around my dainty neck...

LOST by Michael Emeka

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Lost By Michael Emeka Night had fallen by the time I returned from hawking banana for Mummy. I stood the large steel tray against the wall and handed her the cash I’d made. Looking stern, she...

AS DUAS CIDADES By João Franco

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AS DUAS-CIDADESBy João Franco Não havia outra solução. Vali, a grande sacerdotisa do povo castoriano, voltou a consultar os dados que o gigantesco computador biónico projectava no ar diante dela e confirmou todos os seus...

RAFFLES by Judith Newlin

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Back then we lived near the center of town, behind the cavernous library. Mom worked in the orange-carpeted children’s room, which meant during the summers she could keep tabs on us during her break...

MÈI MEI / YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott

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mèi mei n. Chin. YOUNGER SISTER By Colin Wolcott I'm at Lucky’s Lounge tonight. My sister asked me to come. Actually, I'm still in the parking lot. And I've been in the parking lot, sitting in...

FIRST SPRING SEASON by Daniel Picker

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FIRST SPRING SEASONby Daniel Picker   My father disappeared in the dark that late winter when the nights still ran long into the mornings and the day still ran short with darkness falling before dinner. ...

THE COLLECTION OF NORA by Julian Isaiah Holbrook

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THE COLLECTION OF NORAby Julian Isaiah Holbrook Mid-afternoon sunlight enters through the cracked curtains unwanted, a spec of light in a dim-lit room that reflects the inner linings of her discombobulated thoughts. Nora feels the Colorado...