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The Golden Hour
Millie smelled the lake before she saw it through the trees.
Something damp and almost peaty cut through the resinous smell of pine and spruce — a…
Then she heard it: not the murmur of a stream or a river, but a rhythmic, liquid sound…
Something damp and almost peaty cut through the resinous smell of pine and spruce — a…
Then she heard it: not the murmur of a stream or a river, but a rhythmic, liquid sound…
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THE HELIX OF PERSUASION
Edward Johnson
We can’t go on like this,
pretending it’s about grammar.
The weight of days belies us out here
pretending it’s about grammar.
The weight of days belies us out here
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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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Broken Boys
Miles Grüne-Yanoff
INT. APARTMENT 1 – NIGHT
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
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Jack-in-his-Kitchen
Daniel A. Rabuzzi
Setting: A broad kitchen under a low ceiling, flush with roseate light; bundles of…
The AUDITOR
Nosy knifey Jack pulls in a clabber of secrets.
The AUDITOR
Nosy knifey Jack pulls in a clabber of secrets.
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The Embroideress
Sherry
Su Wannian’s embroidery frame stood by the window.
The window faced north and admitted little sunlight throughout the year, but the…
She had sat beneath that window for twelve years, from the age of eighteen to thirty.
The window faced north and admitted little sunlight throughout the year, but the…
She had sat beneath that window for twelve years, from the age of eighteen to thirty.
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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.