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The Architecture of a Stray Lock of Hair
Barys Paulau
Cristina had no idea—none—of what she could do to a room just by sitting in it. She would fold herself into my father’s old leather armchair, one leg tucked under her, and read.…
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What “Never Again” Left Out
Raghoodi Azab
Tap, tap, tap. My pencil whispered, scribbling annotations onto the paper. Then, my eyes flickered to the title: "The Perils of Indifference." This White House address, delivered…
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Cupcake
Jomiyan
TWIG — frail, self-conscious, careful in her movements. Wears a loose white dress.BUCK — large, extravagant, magnetic. Wears loose black layers.SETTING: Scene One: A party, in memory — smoke, chatter, half-light. Scene Two: TWIG’s…
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The Appointment for the Spectrum
Jaia Papitz
PARTICLEThey assembled it on the roof the way men build sins. Quietly. With confidence that had no permission.A broken steel bowl flipped upside down to catch whatever fell from the sky.…
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the levelness of the game
Dustin Miller
You’ve seen the game, and likely played it.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.