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Clean Break
Alessa wakes to the sound of bickering and with no idea where she is. There’s a television on somewhere and the bickering is just two…
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Second Language
Sapna sips her café au lait on the patio of the Alliance Française de Bangalore. The styrofoam cup squeaks between her fingers, the beverage is…
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Before the War
She leaned back against a bit of plywood spraypainted with hieroglyphics that had once signified a neighborhood swept and cleared. Her piousness was a beacon,…
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Property
“I hate you!’ Maya cried and dashed to the bedroom, kicking the door behind her. The heavy door, solid seasoned-teak, swayed but stopped short of…
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A Curious Thing Happened
If she had known what lay in store for her that day, she might have worn better shoes. She had squeezed her feet into narrow…
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The Visit
Garland Breazeale was the last lawyer remaining in the courthouse’s library. Of course, “library” was a generous description for the cramped space in the building’s…
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The Old Suitcase
“Here take this”, Radha plonked a big old VIP suitcase in front of me, “one of the locks is broken, but I don’t think that…
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Fly Girl
I haven’t thought about her in two days. Guilt guiding my feet, I climb the rickety wooden ladder to the attic, wipe the dust off…
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Theodore
Theodore Gabriel Watson awoke early on the day he was to unintentionally kill a fifteen-year-old white girl, feeling like a diseased mouse had crawled inside…
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A Cold Winter’s Night
She laid there, in quiet repose, as though I might wake her from her slumber. All the energies in the world could perform no such…
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The Spider Story
I A mature, female spider needs to know how to make proper webs. But spider A was still struggling. First, she was reluctant to make…
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Move Forward
Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the opening night of Operap, the musical experiment. I am Coby Sunders, the producer of the show. I am also…
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The Myth and the Miserable
I was in love with a mythical creature for the longest time. I didn’t meet her by the sea; she wasn’t washed ashore by a…
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All the Love in the World
The year after she left, my mother visited our house in San Diego only twice. The first time, she came with a U-haul truck and…
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Unforgotten
It was the day before Christmas in Calcutta. It was 1997, and the city, like its name, still retained much of its old world charm….
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Pale-hued Existentialism
Another loveless year is past. I am growing old now. Twenty six, at some impressionable age long ago seemed way too old for anymore fun…
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After She Was Gone
The phone rang. Papa was in his usual place in front of the telly, watching Call My Bluff, and muttering why Mummy wasn’t home yet….
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You and You and the White Sofa
While the view was magnificent, no one had enjoyed looking out the window of apartment 2G of 110 East End Avenue in several years. While…
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Luis
We experienced our first hurricane in that house on Frangipani Street, and luckily, you were too little to remember any of it. Hurricane Luis was…
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Fugue
Thinned blood gushed from the wound. His stomach a mash-tun, his head spun madly. God fucking…shit Ruined! That was the only thing from Berlin A…
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Vagaries of Solitude
The thoughts of suicide cross my mind too often these days. In fact they began surfacing soon after your death, but I managed to thwart…
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The Death Of One Thousand Cuts
There is a red pen in her hand. The lights are still on as Elizabeth opens her eyes. Enough light to read under. Her face…
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Betrayal
Professor George Wallace complained to everyone about teaching in the big lecture room in Gilman Hall. He wore a red cashmere scarf to class in…
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Gang Fight at The Quinceañera
I don’t like photos because they literally turn people into posers. When someone wants to take a picture, everyone stops what they are doing and…