INVENTING LAUGHTER by Shari Lane

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The pineapple sat on the counter, contemplating suicide.Wait! Don’t go! I know what you’re thinking: This is ridiculous—pineapples don’t contemplate.I agree wholeheartedly. Why do you think I’m considering ending it all? As far as...

GOING DOWN ON ELVIS PRESLEY by R. Mullin

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There’s something that must be made clear from the beginning, which is that I’m only talking about myself, and my own special circumstances; there’s nothing to generalize here. I well understand we’re all different,...

A CHANGE IN THE TIDE by Katalina Bryant

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Salt tickled my nose from the ocean spray. Coarse sand rubbed against my palms as I leaned back. In the distance, Emelie smiled at me, her wet hair whipping in the wind. I raised...

SISTERLY SUNDAY RITUAL by Bette Kosmolak

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My sister pops over for breakfast every Sunday. Like it’s a family ritual or something. She insists we need structure in our lives now that we’re both in Toronto and on our own. I...

THE FERIS WHEEL by Stars Galaxyfire

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“It’s over,” he said.The Ferris wheel on which we sat just reached the top, jerked, and froze as if it was confused too. As if hearing my heart breaking the cloudy sky let out...

TUNNEL OF LOVE by Mark Geisel

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The worker pushed down the bar into the couple’s lap locking them in the cart. Michael sat to the left of Shelly. The cart was shaped like a swan, and its size pushed the...

ANXIETY CONQUEST by Adam Schmitmeyer

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It began like how it always does for Xavier Back, with the sound of loud, heavy, shallow breathing. The tunnel-visioning that blackened his sight. This was one of his famous panic attacks. Where he...

HIS LOVE MAKES ME BEAUTIFUL by Jake Epstine

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I moved to Los Angeles when I was twenty-nine years old because I was funny. Everyone said so. It was simply a matter of being in the right place before Johnny Carson called me...

WHEN SARAH SMILED by Marc Levy

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Most good people go quietly.—Frank Serpico Steven walked briskly up the stairs, signed forms, entered the crowded elevator, strode down the corridor, finally entered a small overheated room. He looked about. Curled up beside Theo...

NOW YOU NEVER CALL ME ANYMORE by David Swan

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Tina’s watch said 5:45 a.m. Central time. Though it was an hour later at home, and Bill’s rigid morning routine would have him in the shower with his phone out of reach, she dialed...