Category: Short Story
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Scrap Irony by Robert Wexelblatt
It’s been eight years since the state legislature joined twenty-five others by passing a permitless concealed carry law. The bill’s sponsors along with the governor preferred calling it The Constitutional Carry Act as it sounds patriotic and doesn’t include the word “permitless.” Jonah Dowson saved up the birthday money from…
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Christmas Night by Eldora Betsy Lyngdoh
As I stepped out of the car and onto the familiar soil of my hometown, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The crisp winter air carried the sweet scent of freshly baked cakes and cookies, wafting from my family’s home. It was Christmas Eve, and the excitement was palpable.…
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Kintsugi by Gilles de Luca
It looked a lot like him, the shaggy-haired and tall figure outside of the glass walls, lighting a cigarette, then putting one hand in his pocket. It was Hervé, at least almost him—ninety percent him. Lucien was certain even though he couldn’t see the face. He could tell by looking…
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Soften by Spring by Brittany Eriksen
It was another perfect Sunday and Ana Cabrón barely had time to notice the pink cherry blossoms outside her bay window. The air outside carried the rich scent of cinnamon buns and French-pressed coffee drifting up from the street-level cafés that surrounded her building. The park was in full spring…
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Matches by Hilary Short
I scan the kitchen island. Cake, knife, paper plates, forks. What else am I missing? Candles! Where are the candles? I rummage through the kitchen junk drawer for the candles I bought when I picked up the cake. “Time to sing happy birthday!” I yell over my shoulder.…
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As the Crow Flies by Jaila Jackson
As the crow flies. How odd. As if we fly in straight lines. The wind does not carryour wings in only one direction. Stupid humans. Assuming that nature is so simpleminded as they are. Stupid, stupid. Blowing prairie grass. Blue truck. Farmer John. I know your name. You do…
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Margot Morgana by J.S. Apsley
I peered in the fortune teller’s window, not knowing or expecting what may lie inside. Aside from lilac, sun-faded curtains and a garish tree made from costume jewelery and crystals, there was not much to see in the little display; if one could see anything past the dirt. I took…
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Fry’ Em by Colleen Halupa
This fictional story is based on the life of Dwight Frye, the Hollywood actor who played Renfield in the 1931 original Dracula movie with Bela Lugosi, various roles in Frankenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein and numerous others with Boris Karloff, as well as the movie The Vampire Bat. This…
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The Vampire Marjorie by Lee Cheeseman
The problem with Brown, the thing that got me into this situation in the first place, is that everyone there sucks. Brown was the only Ivy I applied to, much to my parents’ chagrin, because I knew it was the only one I actually wanted to go to. It…
