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Mrs Narcissus
James Nulick
How much would you pay to have an honest conversation with yourself?
Sixty Percent
Will Bindloss
He turns up late to almost all of his final exams, answers whatever questions he feels like and defaces the rest of the paper.
Natalie, My Chaperone
Cash Compson
I lie in bed a long time before sleep comes. I wonder if I love Natalie or if I’m just so bored and I’m turning fleeting, tiny moments into full scale cinematic affairs in my head.
Bath Salts
Andrea Taylor
I can tell she’s not convinced. But I’ve been Googling symptoms: confusion, nausea, loss of appetite, changes in sleep patterns, visual hallucinations, erratic behavior.
The Alcoholic Babysitter
Katie Frank
She breathed deeply and saw an image of the naughtiest kids in the afterschool program laughing at her.
Full Metal Jacket
Steven Arcieri
My neighbor let his Rottweiler roam without a leash again and I’m an inch away from planting razor blades inside my tomatoes.
Back to School 2
Matthew Davis
At the head of the conference table sat a man scrolling on his phone, whom Michael intuited was the leader of this secret society.
A LOW-HANGING TOWEL
Garielle Lutz
He had a little radio, and on the mornings it snowed, he listened over and over to the lists of school closings until he knew them by heart: Kellerville area, Longstead area, Mount Holly area, all the outlying place-names, all the Our Lady of’s. Sometimes there was only a two-hour delay, and he wondered what it must be like, to have the boon of two extra hours like that.
I'm Really Really Really Sorry
Sam Berman
Above the tree line, the sky has turned the color of a day-old bruise. The reception has begun to clear. Whichever uncle had parked his motorcycle in the driveway was now gone.
Start Over, But With Luck This Time
Sam Berman
Our dad knew about Surface-to-Air missiles. Our mother knew what we told her.
The Beautiful Home of Emma Valdesto
Sam Berman
I’m trying to lose my ego before Coachella.
The Origins of Earth's Second Wave
Lily Arnell
And sure, not all moths were so blindly abiding, but that these grand ideas remained a possibility was often enough to console or comfort the moth. You see, the moth, culturally, was keenly aware of toxic attachments—meaning, they were rigidly open to all possibilities in an effort not to favor one delusion over another.
The Old Dog and Eternity
Lily Arnell
Sure, he’d miss chewing certain types of wood, the smell of garbage disposal, the indescribable pleasure of being shaded by a tree or large shrub. He could wait until spring, he supposed, to die among the scent of lilacs, one last taste of sweet pansy, a final sting of bee balm.
Three Tales
Tetman Callis
I didn’t hurt him, except maybe his feelings.
Flight to Paradise
Parker Young
Each day it paints the clearest possible picture of the gulch you’ve driven your life into.
Florida Man
Dan Leach
He sits alone on the beach with his feet in the sand, cigarette in mouth, eyes on the water, though there’s no one out here who knows him, and it’s not clear what he wants, unless what he wants is to be alone, in which case he picked the wrong part of the strand.
Break Me Open
Joe Baumann
The weather is hot. The air conditioning is broken. Everyone’s body is aching. “You’re old enough to know.” Our parents, he says, agree: it is time for us to understand openings, to recognize that we are not pinatas. We are not stuffed with sugary candies in tight plastic wrappers. Streamers and noisemakers will not burst forth from our chests. We should not go at one another with baseball bats. Openings are not occasions for blindfolds.
Allergy
Claudia Lundahl
The summer I was allergic to tap water was the summer I lost all my friends. School was out but nobody wanted to be around me except for Joel who wasn’t really my friend to begin with but sort of became one afterwards. It was understandable. I couldn’t shower and, well, to be perfectly honest, I smelled bad. Joel didn’t seem to mind, though. He worked the check-out at the general store and taped his ear to his head.
I Love You Because You Don't Exist
Katie Frank
You asked if I wanted to send you the latest version of my story as a Google doc so you could add comments. You offered to send me one of your stories in return.
Mother Russia
Alexandrine Ogundimu
And V, who had been high all day and drinking since around 4pm, suddenly realized how fucking bored she was of all of it, of once again drinking her way through grad school in a cool city going to goth nights with people she was or wasn’t in love with and so V thought about getting up mid-sentence and leaving and calling her old sponsor and hitting up a late night AA meeting or maybe even just going home and getting some sleep or crying but instead she just listened to herself charmingly talk about nothing until she couldn’t stand it and asked the girl to dance.
Things They Don't Tell You
Moses Z.
As a kid, you don’t really know how swings work. You just move your legs and you get higher and higher. You find out later, regarding the swing, it’s because you are using your momentum through gravity, generating centripetal force to be exact, which creates a back and forth motion. But, for now, on that playground, your sister is swinging next to you and she laughs and yells, Higher! Higher!
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