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In What Furnace Was Thy Brain?

by David R. Grigg It began as it always did. A slow rousing as her surroundings took shape: the white room, its corners curved and softened, the light perfectly even, casting no shadows. Then came a growing awareness of her body and its senses. Unclothed, she felt neither heat nor cold nor any draft of air. Only a slight pressure ...
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The Moon Tree

by Jerry Oltion The Moon Tree lost its top last December. Six feet of perfect Douglas Fir, callously hacked off by some selfish idiot out for a Christmas tree. The branches left behind look like the fingers of an open hand, reaching up to cradle a crown that's no longer there. So said the newspaper reporter who covered the story ...
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Wraith

by Emily Devenport Wraiths can be beautiful, angelically so at times. But most of the time we're thin and unsubstantial. Or at least, that's the way it's been for me. I haven't been doing this for very long, so there are a lot of things I haven't figured out yet. And so far, no one seems inclined to tell me ...
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New Stories

The Transcendent Cavewoman

by Joe Taylor “Hairy,” he says. “Me,” he adds, thumping a fist into his heavy brow. His knuckles carom off ...
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I Never Stopped Loving Her

by Karl "Tony" Ginyard John had just got off the phone and was visibly unnerved. I had known him for ...
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Fast Gliding Down the Rails

by Michael Merriam "Now boarding all dining cars on the main platform. Now boarding all dining cars for the Minnesota ...
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The Food

by Cameron Thomson For as long as they could remember, the children had had nothing to eat but food. “Must ...
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Poetry

Autumn Poems

by Daryl Muranaka Black Rabbit Sitting in his green framed warren, chicken wire and plastic wrapped windows, does he stare ...
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Dead Poems

by G. O. Clark From The Hand Of The artist slumps in his chair, sketchpad in lap, gnarled fingers holding ...
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Overnight Poems

by Edward Ahern The Overnight An empty house has an atmosphere, part breaths of those absent, part echoed laughter and ...
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Nature Poems

by Ken Allan Dronsfield With Charcoal Black Today I'll travel to the swamp and wood to do a little autumn sketching ...
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