I left my hand in the other room. That happens sometimes—it just slides off the bone. I find my hand in the bed, strangled in a clot of covers. Fingers entombed in linen. I try to reattach it, but once the digits
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It was the wind that did it, and that Liam hadn’t had a moment alone for as long as he could remember. He was helping his child wee by the roadside when the night wind came up. The wind turned the poplar
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This story may be triggering for readers who are sensitive to pregnancy and loss. People marvel at doctors and compare them to God. She thinks otherwise. Doctors are closer compared to the modern-day executioner. There may not be a guillotine in sight
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The house was not haunted, that much was obvious, but still she found the teeth. Specifically, chips of teeth that would turn up on her writing desk or on the floor. They were polished like beach glass. The wild turkey running down
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The mill was attached to the side of the stone house. It wheeled, rumbling in the downpour, scooping through the river. Inside the house, a child crouched in the kitchen. “Daddy,” she whispered. Weslan stood at the sink, listening to the pounding
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Past the woods and the lowlands lay The Warrens, where shy but dangerous folk lived in the foothills of the Scandes. And past the hills, the mountains bristled, propping up the sky on the Swedish side. Now Kani could only see layers
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I peek through the door of my daughter’s bedroom and find her sitting on the edge of her bed, rocking back and forth, back and forth, humming a soft and comforting melody. In her arms, she cradles her own daughter, a tiny
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Soon, the world will be destroyed by sound, and I will make it into music. The sounds that are being created everywhere have already driven the mammals out of the forest, and the birds are almost gone; soon, the trees will shrink
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Hooked by Elijah Woodruff Frederick Guttzeit by Paul Smith Memory Ghost by Kat Caldwell Flesh and Blood by Grace Tynski Crab by Ace Chu
His daughter stands next to him. He can still remember when she used to put her little hand in his and squeeze with all her might, with all her love. Those were the good days. These are good days too. They’re just
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