HER PINK ROSE TEACUP by Lisa Reily

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Her Pink Rose Teacup Steve was just another in a long line of men. But he was kinder somehow. So Gemma married him. She felt nothing on their wedding day and just went through the...

STANDING ON THE WRONG SIDE by Hayden Sidun

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Standing on the Wrong Side by Hayden Sidun I’m going to kill myself. That’s the decision I made as my feet hit the frigid hardwood floor after a long night of staring at a dark ceiling,...

THE KISS by Debbie Cutler

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The Kiss Kayla wanted to kiss a man at 12:45 a.m. under the midnight sun during the finale of the fireworks display in Eagle River, Alaska. That was her goal. “It would be sooooooo romantic,” she...

DUBLINERS by Iva Cvjeticanin

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It was the pink velvet dress. Evelyn held it up against her body slowly dancing with it while trying to avoid tripping over the boxes that filled her new apartment. “It was this dress,”...

THE BEST FUCK IN LAUREL CANYON by Alex Pugsley

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She has four days left on the movie, scattered over the next twelve days, and then a three-week gap in her schedule her agent wants her to fill.  But she’s exhausted.  It’s Friday evening,...

COFFEE SHOP by R.J. Fox

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Emily’s fantasy cliché of meeting cute was bruised, but not broken. Her romantic yearnings were part of her DNA, implanted by a healthy (some might say unhealthy diet) of Disney films and The Princess...

FADING AWAY by Sandra Colbert

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Fading Away Why was he looking at me? I was trying to make myself invisible. I know I looked awful – a complete mess. Was that why he was looking at me? Did my slovenly...

TAMALANE ОF PETROGRAD by Virginia Marybury

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TAMALANE OF PETROGRADby Virginia Marybury Of all the flat, marshy edges of western Petrograd, nowhere was as haunted by former people as St Basil’s Island, that diamond delta in the river’s throat. One cold November...

TRUTH AT THE FUNERAL by Brian Alvarez Encarnacion

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“Dear friends and family,” begins the priest. “We are gathered here today to commemorate the life of a great man on this brisk and beauteous Sunday.”             The sun shines down on the crowd that...

GUILT MONOLOGUE by Don Dussault

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GUILT MONOLOGUEby Don Dussault For me everything is in the present tense. Whatever whoever slips away into the past I yank it back. Here something of me thrives. And him. Too much of him. Straight...