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Dogfish

Harriet Burns — Wed, 02 Sep 2026 15:00:00 +0000

I suggested fishing and then showed up to the dock without any gear. Mira showed up with a cooler full of Fat Tug. The sun above us is an infected eye, red and squinting. Its gaze illuminates the boat’s railing, coral pink, anemone orange. Below, the churning sea is pale yellow, the colour of melted…

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Reverie For Old Pines

Emerson Riter — Wed, 19 Aug 2026 15:00:00 +0000

My muscles sang when I pushed myself out of Mitzy’s outworn Ford pickup. She had jabbered like a Steller’s jay about how she was so happy I was finally home, and how she and the others had thought I’d never come back, and how Debbie-Ann down the cutoff road’s husband had died and why she…

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Jólakötturinn

Emma Wells — Sat, 08 Aug 2026 15:00:00 +0000

He roamed at large, hungry and evil In the freezing Yule snow. In every home People shuddered at his name. Jólin koma (featuring the poem, Jólakötturinn) written by Jóhannes úr Kötlum and translated into English by Hallberg Hallmundsson. Hundreds of thousands of deaths lay heavily on my conscience. Children – all. I have played foully, most foully,…

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Apistry

David Milley — Wed, 29 Jul 2026 15:00:00 +0000

Summer: Smoker in hand, Warren moves from hive to hive. At each entrance, he pumps the bellows once to quiet the bees. The chisel end of the hive tool pries off the top of the box. He leans the top against the side of the hive and pumps more smoke over the bees. They remain…

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The Sports Stars, Role Models, And True Heroes of 1973

Kevin Finnerty — Sat, 25 Jul 2026 15:00:00 +0000

We didn’t own a vehicle designed for road trips because we hardly took any, and Dad’s car wasn’t designed to handle off-road travel because he never strayed from highways or city streets, but Mom had insisted we do this. The Dodge Aspen expressed its anger for the deviation from the norm by kicking up so…

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The Revenge Of The Tree Spirit

Shruti Sharma — Wed, 08 Jul 2026 15:00:00 +0000

Pain seared through every part of his being as he took on his new body. The ground cracked and split open with his hued effort, as a glint of moonlight seeped through the mud. He flinched, not used to his new found sense of sight. He clawed with his tentacle-like hands that were splitting and…

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Privacy

Richard Schreck — Sat, 27 Jun 2026 15:00:00 +0000

Marta Novak surveyed the tiny restaurant’s warm interior. She held the outside door wide open far too long, ignoring the dirty looks from shivering nearby diners. The freezing Washington, DC air reminded her of her son, of his run-down house trailer located in shouting distance of the Canadian border. Prolonging the sensation of unconscionable cold…

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Michael’s Angel

Evan Tungate — Wed, 10 Jun 2026 15:00:00 +0000

I was nine and a half years old that summer and most of it passed in a blur as things do at that age. There are some memories I hold on to. Brief bright spots, flashlight beams on the trees at night. I remember pushing the merry-go-round faster and faster until I couldn’t keep up…

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This Very Night

Michael Potter — Sat, 30 May 2026 15:00:00 +0000

Tom looked up at the white plenum tiles of the examining room as a nurse slipped a needle into his arm. He took a deep breath to counter a wave of lightheadedness and tried not to imagine his blood squirting into a clear tube. A short time later, he sat in his doctor’s corner office,…

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How Would You Grieve Me

Denise Tolan — Wed, 20 May 2026 15:00:00 +0000

One day, she said, looking up at me while planting parsley on her little patch of land, one day I will simply cease to exist. Imagine that. She took her shiny, sharp shovel and stabbed at the ground. Who will comfort you? she asked, shooing the fly circling her shoulder. Mom, her daughter yelled from…

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