Chincoteague by Marian Crotty Nora hated driving to begin with—especially highway driving, especially with a car full of teenagers—and that day it was raining. Not hard enough to delay the tr...
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Open House by Janis Hubschman The realtor had let herself into the house on Sunday morning while Frankie slept—overslept, rather—and baked something sweet-smelling. Now she was darting around...
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Tender by Sarah LaBrie The girl is going to be late for school and Melora is going to be late for work, but Melora’s daughter is always late for school and Melora is always late for work. Melor...
Good Night, Sleep Tight by Brian Evenson I. “There is a saying,” his mother had told him several times, just before sleep, when he was still quite young, “always three graves.” She had ta...
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Misinterpretation by Ledia Xhoga I was fifteen minutes late and his phone number was out of service. Even in late January, Washington Square Park pulsed with the energy of summer. The chess playe...
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Dumb Animals by Alastair Wong The day the circus came to town, I was on duty mopping up blood so warm that steam wafted through the vast and windowless space. It puddled by the drains like spilt ...
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An excerpt from Swallow the Ghost by Eugenie Montague When Jane wakes up, her throat hurts. She reaches for the glass of water she keeps by the bed. The glass is solid and cold from the room, and...
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An excerpt from The Hypocrite by Jo Hamya There was summer, a beach; a country they were still getting used to in the early stages of their holiday. There was a map of tourists on the sand with b...
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Trogloxene by Lena Valencia Max was home. It had been ten days of sleepless nights punctuated by nightmares, ten days of television news crews in the front yard, ten days of headlines like 11-Yea...