Fiction/Nonfiction: fiction
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A Yizkor for Charlottesville
It’s about being Jewish in the midst of *that event* in Charlottesville, and the first sentence is “So, here I am walking around with a skull in my purse.” How can you not click that link?
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Shedim
This starts on the first day of a women’s retreat. The whole story feels a little precarious, as though it could go off in one of a few directions: failed relationship, family nightmares, or something much more sinister: That night in my dream, I sit on the back deck of the Fairfield house, tall and…
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The Children
Like Stephen King’s take on The Chrysalids, in ~750 words. It’s short and shocking. Read it now, it’ll only take a couple minutes.
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Mordent
It’s shocking and unpredictable, about a successful musician whose life starts to spiral in frighting ways. Be warned, there’s suicide in here: The week that everything went wrong started with a fight. This is what you expect me to say, what I wish I could say because saying it would give what followed a neat logic, the…
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It Never Mattered What Happened at Home
Whether Dad was drunk, or Mum out cold on the couch. Whether there was food or just the dog and his mange, tongue lolling at his empty bowl which I’d fill with water, saying, sorry, but also, I’m not getting much more today buddy, so quit whining.
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Uniform
Teenagers and tragedy. This one didn’t hit hard at first, but hours later I was thinking about it. It’s great.
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Hippo Brain
You can’t outrun being born poor anymore than a rabbit can outrun being born a rabbit. Get as far away as you like, you’ll still spend the rest of your days listening for the wolf at the door, watching for threatening shadows on the ground. Being poor is being hunted. Forever.
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Stan
About a sad, homeless man that comes around the house now and then, told through the eyes of a child.
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The Blue Room
The Blue Room is lit with a cerulean light. With the exception of a narrow, elevated walkway and a pillow for visitors to sit on, its walls, floor, and ceiling are covered in blue soundproofing foam. In the middle of the floor, halfway sunken into the foam, like something washed up on a beach, is a…
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Mystery Lights