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Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction

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I started following Cindy because I wanted to see what bad things happened to her.more

Taking the Auspices

Taking the Auspices

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That night, I dreamt about the cowbird again. It perched on the tip of my nose and laid its eggs in my mouth as I lay paralyzed across a long, flat rock. “You’ll get it someday,” my grandmother said, trying to quell my tears. “You’ll learn.”more

Little Rambo’s Fang

Little Rambo’s Fang

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His parents called him Little Rambo because he liked watching Stallone manhandle the bad guys on an old VHS tape. He rewound the tape over and over until he copied Rambo’s posture the right way and shot his own little arrow through the air into mimosa trees lining their property. He ran through the woods and jumped over fallen pine, charging after imaginary enemies, calling out and telling them that he was coming for them.more

Gentle Cozy Universe-Spinning Whispers

Gentle Cozy Universe-Spinning Whispers

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Edward cannot find rest without Nya X since his mother died and he watches her on YouTube precisely because he is not turned on when she dresses like a Russian nurse.more

Momma’s Broom

Momma’s Broom

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When Shug found out Vandale had already enlisted, he’d walked into town to sign up, himself. He’d almost made it, even though he was lying about his age, but Judge Foreman caught him.more

What We Tell Ourselves

What We Tell Ourselves

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Our lives (N)sync whenever we look back.more

A Pound of Flesh

A Pound of Flesh

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The physical metamorphosis of healing.more

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

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If you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. more

Wild/Life

Wild/Life

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Traveling Mexico has its own challenges. So why do I always want to crank the danger up to 11?more

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

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My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. more