Short Story
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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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Bring something to the table. It was the last line that he read before he finished the chapter and closed that book, which was an English translation of a Persian fable. Ever since morning, there was something in the air that was quixotic but beckoned us to venture out instinctively. The dead body was found…
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I winced as the wind blew furiously, pelting my legs with sand grains that felt more like a thousand tiny needles digging into my skin. The air was never still along the shore. A constant annoyance that I was forced to ignore. I bent down to pick up another greenish rock. A quick examination. I…
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It was Ellie’s turn. They tied the blindfold — really just an old bandanna — around her head, spun her around, and handed her the bat. Her first couple of swings caught nothing but spring air. Her third swing landed, but it was only a glancing blow, not enough to matter. It wasn’t until her…
