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All Stories, General Fiction

Confessions 1:07 by Kendra Yvette

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This is my confessional right here. Instead of an old wooden box full of stale air, I sit on a rickety old concrete porch at a rusty metal table with a stained-glass top. I always stay in room 107. The seashell wallpaper makes me want to die, and the air stings with the putrid stench of vomit, but this room has a perfect view of Main Street. This motel is the only part of this hick town that’s worth a damn. I fill my glass ashtray, stained yellow with wear, with cigarette butts as I spill my sins and people watch.

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General Fiction, Short Fiction

Eighteen Ninety-Seven by Pauline Shen

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I run my finger along the marker at the edge of our farm. Its wood is parched from time and weather. A locomotive’s soprano voice carries across the prairie. I picture that engine puffing into a station where the platform swirls with a symphony of tongues. I think of families boarding with slumped shoulders and weary eyes. I recall how we, my parents, my brothers and I, stepped onto the colonist car with its sunlit windows and faintly sweet fragrance. Around us, men snored while mothers cooed at young ones latched to their breast. I witnessed my older brother, Wasyl, rub his teary eyes as the train pulled us westward.

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All Stories, sunday whatever

Sunday Whatever – Leila and the Mimeo Revolution  by Dale Williams Barrigar

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I’m standing in Euclid Square Park as I write this with an orange pen on repurposed paper (probably an angry, unpaid bill). (Later it will be typed).

I’m standing next to a small tree.

Tied to the tree are three dogs who I helped rescue, and who rescued me: Bandit, Boo and Colonel.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Have Your Say by Scott Taylor

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There were precious few ways of getting your point across in life and so Vern liked to shout at people.  He shouted at them in restaurants, he shouted at them in supermarkets, he screamed in their faces out on the street.  He would go in to get a sandwich and the woman would apply too little mayonnaise.

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All Stories, Fantasy

The Master of Masters by Harrison Kim

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Jimmy the Wizard and I stand in front of a large apartment complex.  Jimmy says that somewhere behind this wood and stucco facade my guardian angel shimmers.  It waits to be released. Jimmy takes two steps back.

“Examine the walls,” he says.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Killing Time by Michael Loyd Gray

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I once shared a cell with a con from Detroit named Marty Ballantine. He had a blazing shock of red hair and was tall and looked more like an ex-basketball player than the head of accounting until his firm realized he was skimming. He had a young girlfriend on the side, an expensive marriage and mortgage, and combined with greed, he got caught. Big surprise. I couldn’t really picture him in a blue suit and red tie, slaving away at debits and credits. But his orange jumpsuit went well with his red hair.

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All Stories, General Fiction

Dirty Screen by Christopher Ananias 

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The ice cream the night before was so hard I couldn’t scoop it. Today it was a cloudy tub of sweet milk. The Budweiser, I swore off, was piss warm. Even so—with all my new promises made to Denny—that was disappointing. I clicked my dry mouth. Denny watched me like how the sparrow watches the hawk circling in the sky. She looked down at her bandaged hands. 

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All Stories, Writers Reading

Writers Read by Michael Bloor

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Re-Reading John Steinbeck’s The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights

In my generation, every child in Britain grew up knowing at least three stories – the Christ story, that of Robin Hood, and that of King Arthur and his knights. The Arthurian Legend has been told and re-told by many different tellers for around one and a half thousand years.

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