Waves

lines that form symbols which turn waves into particles so we can make use of them. They force people to shovel shredded paper, held together with wet pulp from spruce trees, into their lunchboxes. They all walk to their jobs laughing and pointing to pictures of things they wish they had, on their phones. Never […]

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Breathing In The Cold

I am drinking at a bar getting scoffed at for asking too many questions. The T.V. in the corner has grease staining its plastic rim, no doubt put there by an angry patron who threw a sandwich due to the results of a football game. The bartender is a short woman in her forties with […]

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Pieces

Transparent shapes roll across her eyes while she stretches out her back and reaches upward with her arms like there was something precious dangling above her. Damp missing puzzle pieces swell into soft caricatures of their former selves and no longer fit in with the rest of them. We suppose they could be dried off […]

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Night Under A Willow Tree

A couple of friends drove to the cemetery with dented shovels and some beer. They used tiny flashlights to scan the headstones in the areas where the moon wasn’t bright enough. Moths would scatter from the grave flowers when they felt the vibrations of their footsteps. The nectar in their stomachs bubbled and sloshed as […]

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Day At The Market

A brother and sister walked down the sidewalk towards a flea market pulling a wagon full of old junk from their shed. Chewed up footballs, plastic pool toys, and a few rusted tools made up the majority of their inventory. They knew they probably wouldn’t get much for all of it, but they wanted ice […]

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Return Of The Well Hidden

A blast of thunder woke Bill violently from his sleep and his forehead collided with the wooden boards that were just inches above his face. After letting out a series of expletives he moved his eyes around to see that he was sleeping in the dirt beneath something. He could see a band of faint […]

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The Voracious Beagle

Danielle could feel the cold ground through her shoes, and it wasn’t until she saw the building again that she understood what she was in for. The Voracious Beagle stood on that corner for decades, and just a year ago Danielle thought she left its embrace for good. She crossed the empty street outside the […]

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