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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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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There are voices in the room waking me from my hibernation. They aren’t arguing, but there is a strange excitement in their speech. My cardboard box lifts into the air, swings over a small distance before settling back down again. On something
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It isn’t weird, is it, to wander around cemeteries? I don’t think so. I like the cemetery where my family is buried. There are my grandparents, my parents, and my Uncle Bud. I was really close to him. Every fall, when the
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Inspired by Elizabeth Bishop’s “Strayed Crab.” I’ve been thinking about crabs. I’ve been watching my pet crab Herbert in his little tank, specifically designed to his comfort. There is a sandy area above the water that slopes gently into a watery playground,
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Möbius Band by Jie Wang The Body of a Hero by Abby Sundeen Cleaning Day by Amber Beck Wandering Men by Kenneth Gulotta The Haunted Tea Set by Sarah Jackson
By every measure of logic, between the body and the soul, the body is not the narrator. That is the responsibility of the soul, the storyteller, while the body, the storykeeper, logs it all in scars and nightmares. This nightmare in particular is
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