Steller’s Weekly
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I finally understood what it meant to be dead. Time unraveled quicker than my understanding. Winters came and melted into mud, then returned again, and I felt each one only by the way the cabin changed. Fresh pine stacked by the porch. Wet boots by the door. Garland in December. Dust in summer. I could…
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Norah laid out her Celtic dance outfit on the bed. She was so excited that the day of the Celtic Highland festival had finally arrived. She’d been practicing for this day for years and was now confident that she was ready to perform. Her costume had been specially made by a Scottish lady who lived…
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Stella was convinced. She was convinced she would be dying alone, likely surrounded by cats and collectible tea cups. She was convinced of many things, her mind always willing to quickly believe whatever whims might enter it – perhaps she had meningitis or her friends were upset with her or she would fail out of…
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When she was little, she would go to the Walmart with her father to buy anything they couldn’t get at a local shop. Mainly, they went to Walmart a lot to get school supplies of various colors and prints, Lisa Frank a repeat offender in the war against plain red and blue spiral notebooks. She…
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The sun was setting. The city was bathed in a golden glare, and the street lamps lit up one by one. The streets were filled with the clamour of dozens of people coming home from work or going out to cheer themselves up. In Elpida there was a pleasant evening atmosphere… No, I can’t start…
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Lilly looks down at the peaceful, sleeping baby in her arms. The morning had been mostly a blur. Sitting in the busy airport, she is now painfully aware that her hair, at least the parts that aren’t flying around everywhere, is still pulled up in a pony tail. The gray sweat shirt she has on…
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The garage door was raised and the boy and his mother could see the man looking toward the road. They watched him tilt his head and squint at the sky. The skin was flushed around his tightened lips and a dark substance spotted his tan khakis and sleeves of a fraying sweatshirt. As they pulled…
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It feels as though not a day has passed since I first bled. Now I’m sitting here, dressed in heavy red fabrics, with trimmings of gold and silver prickling my skin, and heavy gold jewelry that hung from my form. The crowd bustling with cheers and applause as the elders pronounce us as husband and…
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Alma had always hated the smell of flowers. Ever since she was a child, it was enough to make her eyes water. Her mother had always told her she was overly sensitive. Hated anything too bright, too loud, too colorful. And nothing reminded her more of that hatred than the plague that struck her town. …
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Callyss’s family were monster hunters. Her parents were, her grandparents were, her sister was, and her brother in training to become one. She however, failed to enter training. Over and over again. She tried and tried but just couldn’t pass the entrance test. How could she possibly live up to her family when she was…
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