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Free Will
Please enter into the simulator and prepare for the memory reconstruction workflow. Sofia’s humanoid voice rippled through her mind. She stole a glance at the..
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Alley
I hug my wet sweater to my body as I stare at the retreating bus. Seriously? Bitch, I take this bus every day, and you..
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Spider-Girl
Today, at two months shy of sixteen, Thenmozhi finally felt like a woman. She assessed herself in the tall old mirror; black and red oxidisation..
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Relocation
There were chimpanzees in our back yard. Oops, I did it again. Chipmunks. A dozen of them, constantly scurrying across the lawn from the sparse..
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Red Hand Woman
Author’s Note: I am an enrolled Native American member from the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation in Mandaree, ND. My people are the Hidatsa. Missing Murdered..
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Lotus on the water
John breathes in deeply, feeling his chest muscles expand. Blood rushes around his shoulder muscles. He feels good. He’s going home now and will be able to be there for a while because he was told something this morning that he never knew until then: he’s non-essential.
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Who are you without your things?
The cup broke into three pieces. There was no cinematic splatter of fragments; just a flat note of three sturdy pieces and a few splinters..
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The Essence of Your True Origin
The tight fabric of the kite kicked against the wind and shot up into the sky. It was an exceptionally windy afternoon, but the sky..
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Blue Sugar
It was time. Mama and Daddy said it was time. I was almost nineteen years old. I could haul wood, split logs, drive Daddy’s tractor,..
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“La Tele”
Alessa’s mother left for work at 6 a.m. cada día, not a minute too early and not a segundo too late. Within fifteen minutes, Alessa..
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Monumental
When he fell, Frank Wetherell became the sixty-first worker to die in the construction of the tower. It would be another year and three weeks..
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Dad of Mine
Sometimes I’d worry that the greatest thing about me, the thing the world would remember me for above all else, was Dad. Mom was great..
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The Wall
The headline was the death of someone the media called a ‘bright young actor’. Abha took a sip of her morning tea and went on..
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The Fate of Seven House Keys: Imaginings
“Please don’t lose this,” I say to the cat-sitter, placing my house key in her palm. “It’s the only one I’ve got left.” 1 The..
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Too Many Days
“There. No. A little to the right. Yes. Perfect.” My daughter presses the bandage firmly against my skin and I wince at the burning sensation..
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The Angry Coat
A woman puts on her angry coat. It really just springs to her skin as she leaves the house. She starts her walk. She encounters..
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Call Me Ishmael
My mother once called me Hannah, though she didn’t know it was me. A future preacher once called me a bribe from Satan as I..
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The Color of Being Alive
Our world is cold and gray. Grandmother tells me it wasn’t always like this. I find that hard to believe. This is all my brother..
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The Art of Pickling Green Beans
The aging Ford shudders its way down US 95 just south of Rome, Oregon with a rust-colored optimism I do not share. Woven seat covers,..
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End of a Rainbow
I drove under a rainbow on my way home from clerking at the library one summer evening. The clouds I would drive into were brightly..
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Mango for Breakfast
I pull the mango from the brown paper bag and press it twice with my thumb. Above me, Ethan’s alarm clock buzzes and the kitchen..
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Soki’s Reflections
When Soki stood in the eastern corner of her terrace, she was hard to spot. Her petite frame fit into the cranny overlooking the main..
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Grocery Delivery
“God, I want your hair,” Mary shouts as I deliver five bags of groceries to her. Her wrinkly white index finger is pointing at my..
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She’s Just Carbon
Death is total. But only two thirds of the creature who gave her life to become bacon and pork chops is useful. The other 33%..