Fiction
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On Seasons and Motherhood
I knock, gently, on the door, but there is no answer. Perhaps I am at the wrong address.
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An Absurd Allure
I walk down Colonial Ave. on my way to my favorite coffee shop, Cafe Stella. They’re open from 6:30 a.m. — 10 p.m. every weekday, so I’m shocked to see that they’re closed at 11am on a Wednesday.
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Stargirl
I want to go back to that night. Just for a moment. Just to escape.
Ruby's Reveries
There was a beautiful girl who lived mostly in her head. She wasn’t beautiful for any notable extrinsic features. She looked quite normal, but radiated a natural essence of charm. Her name was Ruby.
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Born in Sin
Inside New Mt. Zion church, in front of the pulpit, lay the body of a man I’d never known nor seen a day in my life.
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Thud
They’re all the same, really, Mari thinks as she straightens her stiff, white coat and brushes a stray auburn hair back into her claw clip.
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Lady of the Lake
The morning air felt thick with secrecy, and the forest beyond the porch beckoned Jack into its pulsing green heart.
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The Murder of Jackie Gold (and How it Came to Be)
Red splashed against Presley's face, staining her clothes and caking in her hair. She grabbed her brush again and hurled the paint through the air with a guttural scream – the drops separating from the brush and splattering on the paper.
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An Infinite Beacon
As the ocean wind blew over the marsh, Brennan began to regret leaving his umbrella at home.