Creative nonfiction by Grace Schwenk
A great lookout once told me that September is the best month at the tower. I’ve spent the last week trying to understand why.
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Creative nonfiction by Kirby Michael Wright
Jetty was our palomino quarter horse, the daughter of Ol’ Sissy and a mystery stallion who’d mounted her between lines of wire in the fence line.
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Fiction by E.M. Foley
Ryan suggested therapy when I almost burned his cottage down. Not on purpose, although I didn’t do anything to stop it. I was trying to light the grill in the backyard when the flames suddenly shot up from the back.
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Fiction by Elizabeth Jacyshyn-Owen
It begins, as such things often do, not with a declaration but with a sound file. A voice, timestamped, pressed like wildflowers into the coffin of an .m4a delivered at 3:12am local time, which is to say: inconvenient.
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Fiction by Yasmina Jaksic
Tomorrow was her birthday and, as every other child did, she would bring in birthday treats. Normally her mother made her stay home on her birthday if it fell on a weekday.
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Fiction by Silas James
i keep calling 311 about these dead squirrels in the bike lane, i keep calling 311 about these dead squirrels in the bike lane, i keep calling 311 because there are dead squirrels in the bike lane and i am starting to think it’s only me who can see them
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Fiction by Ersun Augustinus Kayra
The bell on the dépanneur door isn’t a bell—just a thin metal strip screwed to the frame, flexing when the door opens and making a high, stubborn sound.
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