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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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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The interrogator paused outside the door, looking down the hall at something or someone, and then he walked into the room, carrying a thick stack of red folders that were interlarded with loose pieces of white paper. He set them on the
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Iris didn’t see her mother again until three months after her funeral. She was at the computer in her spare room, searching Freecycle for a sugar spoon. Beside her, steam spiraled from a cream china cup with a delicate pattern of pink
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There are two geometric points on a Möbius band. They are female. They are she and I. “My Möbius ring is as rusty as time.” I look at my hand. “You should take it off,” she says. “I can’t. It was welded
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Stacy picks up a chunk of her own flesh and tosses it into the extra-strength black trash bag. It is half full already and stinks something awful. She makes her way through each room in her home, picking up the biggest pieces
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The Peculiar Hunger of Madge Boyle, Family Counselor by Garner Presser Survivor’s Remorse by Nicole Penrod Doctrine of the Immaterial by Mark L Anderson On One’s Back by Nicholas Alexander Hayes The Headless Pig Statue by Kathy Lanzarotti
AJ couldn’t find the office suite they were looking for. He slowed the car to a creep and squinted into the gathering dusk. Several of the building’s lights had burned out, making it tough to decipher the suite numbers. He circled the lot
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A young man remains in the room after I dismiss class. I dread having to counsel him on homesickness or a girl who shot him down because he thinks I’m emotionally available because my eyes watered when I discussed Jocasta’s suicide. I
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