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FLASH FICTION (LESS THAN 1000 WORDS)

Top Shelf

Top Shelf

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I went into the debris field and found a piece of her, ignoring the screams of panic and the shouts of police commanding everyone to clear the area. I thought of Leila’s minister who always said about tragedy and darkness, why shouldn’t it happen to you? Why shouldn’t it?more

Drunk with the Boys

Drunk with the Boys

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An aspirationally masculine kind of name, one that’s at home on a lacrosse team roster or a fraternity or a finance internship, it’s probably supposed to make me feel inadequate, but instead it makes me feel insulated, grandfathered into this world.more

Mermaids

Mermaids

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They scorched the earth, burned bridges, left women scorned and mothers weeping because wind moves and fire moves and water moves, and even earth moves. And their spirits were moved.more

Pigsnort

Pigsnort

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Everyone calls him Pigsnort. One word, not two. Almost like a real name. You struggle to remember his actual name, or question if you ever knew it. If every village has an idiot, then every school has a Pigsnort.more

Tomato Season

Tomato Season

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I tell myself he’s okay—until I catch him out there in the withering dusk, spraying the hose into the air like warning shots. Keep back, he shouts. Keep back from my tomatoes.more

Crack the Lid

Crack the Lid

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There is so little time to teach you about the wild. I still have to show you how to grin, for the world. How to make it obey, how to remove it from its axis and bounce it the July street. Slap it, balance it, make it only spin for you.more

The Conjoined Boys Chamber Choir

The Conjoined Boys Chamber Choir

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Before the placenta was fried with two brown eggs. Before Mom deemed us, “Perfect Gentlemen.” Before Ms. Ann sewed two black suits down the middle for us. Before we wore that suit to Ms. Ann’s funeral. Before we were too small, too slight to be pallbearers on Hudson Ave.more

WHAT IT MEANS TO NOT BE JUNE

WHAT IT MEANS TO NOT BE JUNE

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There’s something about the guy from Barstool Sports eating pizza that just commands Bradley’s attention, waiting to see if some random pizza shop owner in Connecticut is going to suddenly double their sales. Bradley likes the idea of someone’s life changing in an instant.more

GETTING THE RAY LIOTTAS

GETTING THE RAY LIOTTAS

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‘cause I’m thinking I got the Ray Liottas like from Goodfellas when he’s coked to the eyeballs, he’s truly fucked up, knowing shit’s gonna hit now he’s under the eyes of the feds, and the buzzing, buzzing in my ears is the hover ‘copter tracking my moves inch for inch.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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My momma always told me, “Son,”—that’s how I knew she was talkin’ to me. She’d say, “Son, you ain’t no good.” No sugar, no salt—but somehow almost sweet as warm honey apple pie, fresh from the oven. “Now, it ain’t your fault. See, your daddy was no good either.”more