“The War Rages On” By Brittanie Maccarone

The war rages on. The moon and stars are obscured by the Thick, black smoke. A rancid, gray haze, Like a cloak covering the forest floor. The riverbed is full of nature’s inhabitants, The river itself, rushing with the violence of the moment, Presenting a second, powerful danger. They are trapped, shaking, and terrified. The …

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“The Monster in Me” By Lauren Monsivais

“It’s your shift, Olivia.” A droopy-eyed Olivia got out of the back seat of the car. Stretching slightly as she made her way to the driver's seat, she took a deep breath of fresh air. Streams of fog dissipated from her mouth. Her hands rubbed against each other to keep warm as she started the …

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“Evacuation” By Howard Shipley

Tap. Tap. Tap. The curtains, pulled tight on the front door of the small one-bedroom home, muffle the early morning knocking. Martha closes the lid on a bottle of hand sanitizer, returning it to the circular glass-topped end table beside her leather recliner—leather cracked from years of being massaged by her alcohol laden hands. Trailing …

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“To My 9-Year-Old Self” By Shenali Wijesinghe

I remember you dancing. a tangle of slender limbs twisting and curving— the melody swirling out of idle heart strings eyes closed succumbing wild fantasies. I still dance. I'm dancing on shattered glass as I let it cut my soul and I bleed the rain that falls from these skies. I remember you, scribbling on …

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“Death for You – Remarkably Supple” By Indiana Rich

the corpse is Diplomatic, pickled in a Walnut womb, garnished with Pomegranate petals. eyes like a donut glazed with confection the focus is a vacuum. pallor of affection Now you smile, rusty gums and candy teeth you’ve left a cavity a wormhole I am consumed diving into your straw hair and your stale perfume six …

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“Yet Another Example of Devoyeurism* in Nacogdoches, Texas” By Emily Townsend

Grab a ladder and peer inside the set: the second-floor window of Apt. 928, where a woman is developing a crick in her neck, her head on the raised armrest, watching Neighbors 2. Tap the window, she won't hear you. Her heart is beating faster than she's breathing. The fissured, gold lamp paints the woman …

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