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Sales Consultant of the Year | by Sue Ann Connaughton
“Are you positive you’ll win, Cliff?” Jennifer braced her hands against the dashboard as the van bounced over the bumpy country road. “Yep. Only two more sales to go.” Cliff pulled into the driveway of...
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An Encounter | by A. Joseph Black
7.03pm She woke him from a deep sleep. To his right, the young woman struggled to cram her suitcase in the luggage rack overhead. The First Class compartment flooded with a soft but brilliant glow as...
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The Experiment | by Brittany Michelson
Once in his car, which is parked two blocks away in a public lot for reasons of discretion, Matty stares at himself in the review mirror for any sign of displacement. He flattens his hair, which is...
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On Tuesdays we wear Sexy Hats (and tell ourselves it’s fine to bleed) | by...
His face a puckering, bloating thing— lips curling to vainly contain the glee. His eyes like the freckles on dice; rolling, spinning, juddering to a stop. His eyebrows manic shrugs of amber fluff;...
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A Vain Bit of Beauty | by Ron Koppelberger
A rush of breath, straightforward and excited by her delight filled Mary Hulls conscious delirium. She sat before the vanity, primping and consoling herself, the facade she had been borne to. Her...
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The Evil Eye | by Ron Koppelberger
Wrapped up in the confines of an impoverished life and a full hearted exhaustion, Precious Briar combined the keep of the cottage with spell assured sacred and magic formulas of fate. “The Thief, “ she...
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Distasteful Conduct | by Ron Koppelberger
The assets were agreeable and the inner longing he was avenging claimed his conscious perceptions with lilac and vanilla flesh, sweet lips and tender throbbing neckline, in bursting ardor and the...
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Mirrors | by Eliana Parnas
If only the shape and angle had been adjusted, my absence might have shown up at last night’s dinner party. Oh well. You know, the personalities of mirrors have everything to do with location and the...
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Hunger | by Brittany Michelson
Fetal position doesn’t work on the right or the left. On her back like a corpse doesn’t either. Lying on her stomach makes her nervous, as if her thoughts might smother her. Thoughts are wispy,...
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Doggie Date Rape | by Gary Beck
It had been a long winter. Despite the lack of snow, another symptom of climate change, the lingering damp and cold still kept most of the dog walkers out of Tompkins Square Park. I idly wondered if...
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