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March 15, 2019 | Fiction

The Runner

Noelle Rose

I have coffee in my cup. I could toss the hot liquid on her and rush through the revolving door to my appointment, make her the slug.

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March 14, 2019 | Fiction

When She Leaves

Kyle Summerall

Dixie leaned against the door, feeling the blood rush to one side before pounding it against the wood.

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March 13, 2019 | Poetry

Two Poems

Virginia Thomas

"Train People" and "Leaving Philadelphia"

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March 13, 2019 | Fiction

Sour

Chelsey Grasso

The porn gets boring. The plants start to die. I call up the daycare and ask for a job that they will not give back to me. He doesn’t come again.