Paul Williams

September 10, 2012


The Art of Losing Everything He heard it first, a curious rushing noise. Stopped to listen. Then he saw it-but still couldn’t quite make out what it was, or believe what it was. Then it hit. He ran for his Ute, fumbled with the keys, but before he could open the door, a wall of […]

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Irena Pasvinter

September 3, 2012


Everything Is Fair I have many favorite writers. Most of them are dead, but some are still here. Each time my favorite author publishes a new book it’s like a holiday. When I learned that Julia Peters was coming to sign her new novel in a book shop just an hour drive from my neck […]

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Candy Caradoc

August 27, 2012


In-Between Places Alice convinced Paul to go for a walk with her, along the white, gravel trail that they had never ventured upon, even though it was only a ten minute walk from their flat. It wasn’t particularly strange that they had never walked there. The trail was adjacent to the main road that they […]

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Rick Hartwell

August 20, 2012


The Hospice The slate-grey sheet of morning lies like a pallor of sickness over my day, stifling the dawn. It broods on the horizon without substance, not fog, nor mist, and not yet the palest of blue as sky, tuning up for later day. This is the dawn of innumerable childhood days, beginningless, endless. It […]

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Cezarija Abartis

August 13, 2012


The Key The key that the panhandler gave her was elaborately worked–shiny brass with a bow of three interlinked circles that meant something. The circles flowed confidently, solidly. Molly hefted the key in her palm and put it in her jeans pocket. “Be true to yourself; be happy; be curious; be compassionate.” How to be […]

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Ha Kiet Chau

August 6, 2012


On a Brooklyn Terrace That night, my father and I stood on top of the world on our little Brooklyn terrace. He wasn’t smoking his usual fat, brown, Cuban cigar. Instead, he was chewing trident gum. He leaned over the rail whistling, as we counted the stars, little nuggets of gold on a bed of […]

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Monic Ductan

July 30, 2012


An Abandonment When I was four years old, my mother drove me to my grandparents’ house on Christmas Eve, and then she left in the middle of the night and never came back. According to my grandparents, my mother was living alone with me in a trailer in South Georgia. My father left us when […]

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