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Isaiahs at the DinerMatthew Lattanzi
The police arrived at the diner, bearing news of my husband’s death. I brewed coffee behind the counter while my husband checked his vitals. It turned out he was very much alive. He tried to explain...
View ArticlePocket Atlas of PlanetsAlex Dally MacFarlane
Alpha Centauri Bc / gases falling In the atmospheric remnants of gases falling, the iiiiy braid space into garments. First seen by the ESPRESSO instrument in 2017 and described by Dr. Suvi Isometsä of...
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On the Government of the Living: A ParableMatthew Cheney
They had not lived in this place for long, but it felt longer than they had lived there. They had lived in other places like this place, and they had moved on. They often moved on, but they never...
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TouchDebbie Urbanski
This was to be the celebration of a lifetime. That’s what we were told anyway. Even the hynies had come out to watch. They huddled on the corner in their ugly robes, hoods up, though they weren’t...
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Fordham CourtRichard Bowes
To evoke the first place I lived, I try to remember the first adult words I understood, the scrambled way toys and furniture were as important as people, the terrors that came with the dark. Those...
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The CureMalinda Lo
“A hysterical girl is a vampire who sucks the blood of the healthy people about her.” — Oliver Wendell Holmes The first time the fit came over me it was as if I’d plunged into a deep well, and though...
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The Emerald Coat and Other WishesEmily B. Cataneo
“I’ll never understand why some people go out of their way to kiss death,” Violet said, the second night I knew her. As she spoke, the presence of the Emerald Coat in the museum behind us crawled down...
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The Walking ThingMarlee Jane Ward
“Have you heard about this walking thing?” Mum called, knocking on the door. Brian Sloan looked up from between my legs with alarm. “Shit,” I said. He shot up like a piston, sheets flying as he...
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On Post-Mortem BirdsNatalia Theodoridou
Extraction Place a body block under the back of the cadaver so that the chest protrudes and the neck and arms fall backwards. You might hear the bird flutter at this stage. Do not be alarmed; this is...
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Number One HitElad Haber
The highway is paved with the bodies of musicians. Their bones crunch under the weight of our motorcycles, a staccato of shattering, every once awhile a cleft-shaped sigh or a note or two of an ancient...
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A Primer on SeparationDebbie Urbanski
For C. These are the notes I wish I had when I had you. Abandonment If you wish to abandon your child in the woods, even if temporarily and in fair weather, such as on a particular sunny afternoon in...
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Shimmering, Warm, and BrightShveta Thakrar
for Jennifer Walkup apricity, n.: the warmth of the sun in winter Tejal peered out the window at Marseille. The day was gray, a rarity for the normally sunny city. Not the reassuring gray of an old...
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PsychopompIndrapramit Das
I look up at the godhead. The sand is white around my bare feet, a damp seal. There is no horizon. Where the sea should fall away into the distance, it curves up instead. A towering tidal wave so high...
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Kingdom by the SeaAmy Parker
I’m having a time. Love. Dolly Her Christian name being Dolores, her infant tongue could make nothing more explicit than Dodo. Dodo, she called herself, and then later, Dolly, and later still, there...
View ArticleI Just Think It Will Happen, SoonRebecca Campbell
Nela’s Dad started the thought. “So they’re calling you Twens? I read an article in The Atlantic about how you’re a generation without a future—” “—No, they can’t conceive the future, linguistically,...
View ArticleMana Langkah Pelangi Terakhir? (Where is the Rainbow’s Last Step?)Jaymee Goh
I got the text message while waiting to pick my son up at school. No, I am not one of those goonish parents who insist on creating a traffic jam outside the school gate just so the precious children...
View ArticleShe Hides SometimesNino Cipri
The linen closet disappeared first. Or maybe it was just the first thing that Anjana noticed, the morning her parents moved into the nursing home. The closet was downstairs, in the short hallway...
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