Miss Laura Considers What Kind of Woman She Is By Laura Sweeney

Miss Laura Considers What Kind of Woman She Is By Laura Sweeney

I have been her kind.  – Anne Sexton     Who doesn’t trade her scholarship for cucumber facials, herbal essences, or swap recipes and gossip.   Whose wrist doesn’t drip with bling and grandmother’s wedding ring is worn on her right hand.   Who trades sapphires for Cape Cod earrings she buys antiquing.   Who …

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30 Yards By Bob Chikos

30 Yards By Bob Chikos

At 13, I learned that quitting is a solo act, but success is a team effort. In 1988 I entered high school an obese, unpopular, D student. I wasn’t interested in high school for the intellectual discourse, as a route to college and career, or to explore different subject areas. I just wanted to play …

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Deadfall By Paul Lamb

Deadfall By Paul Lamb

  How could it have been worse? Not only the three-hour drive, mostly into the setting sun, and their wooden conversation, mostly about nothing, but in the last half mile of forest, just before they finally got to the cabin, a tree lay fallen across their road. David had watched the tree for a few …

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The Collection By Danielle Davis

The Collection By Danielle Davis

“I’m not too sure about this,” Suzanne said. She stood just inside the threshold of the front door, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and glancing around like she was expecting something bad to happen. The hallway smelled like old people and boiled eggs, and just faintly underneath it all, a hint …

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Tarot By Brian Koester

Tarot By Brian Koester

From the beginning the deck spoke as if we were well enough acquainted. We had no reason to withhold.   Shuffled till they must have lost all reference, all relevance, the same cards kept coming back.   Merging with the language of cards was like merging with the language of words; It was making a …

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Dolls By Brian Koester

Dolls By Brian Koester

The dolls only move when you’re not looking. They wait til deep in the night.   I am an action figure as fragile as a peppermint stick and as easy to dissolve.   The music box plays Dark Eyes; our bodies listen.   Who will get sick? Who will go matryoshka? Who will steal blood? …

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The Enemy By Brian Koester

The Enemy By Brian Koester

  The sound of footsteps in the sound of footsteps. Stop and listen. Nothing.   Start, they start; stop, they stop. Strain to hear.          Where nobody goes   look over the shoulder for what just ducked around the corner.   From the closet in the dark breath on the back of the neck   a …

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The Prophecy By Brian Koester

The Prophecy By Brian Koester

The demon perched on the child’s chest And whispered doom into his ear. A shriek! then sobs and no more rest: The demon perched on the child’s chest In pitch dark. With a hellish zest Now laughing, relishing the fear, The demon perched on the child’s chest And whispered doom into his ear.   Brian …

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