Before the War

Before the War

She leaned back against a bit of plywood spraypainted with hieroglyphics that had once signified a neighborhood swept and cleared.  Her piousness was a beacon,…

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Property

Property

“I hate you!’ Maya cried and dashed to the bedroom, kicking the door behind her. The heavy door, solid seasoned-teak, swayed but stopped short of…

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A Curious Thing Happened

A Curious Thing Happened

If she had known what lay in store for her that day, she might have worn better shoes. She had squeezed her feet into narrow…

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The Nighttime Crossing

The Nighttime Crossing

There was finally a moonless night when Andrew drove his car to Sandy Point and boarded the last ferry of the day to the Eastern…

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The Visit

The Visit

Garland Breazeale was the last lawyer remaining in the courthouse’s library. Of course, “library” was a generous description for the cramped space in the building’s…

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The Old Suitcase

The Old Suitcase

“Here take this”, Radha plonked a big old VIP suitcase in front of me, “one of the locks is broken, but I don’t think that…

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Fly Girl

Fly Girl

I haven’t thought about her in two days. Guilt guiding my feet, I climb the rickety wooden ladder to the attic, wipe the dust off…

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Theodore

Theodore

Theodore Gabriel Watson awoke early on the day he was to unintentionally kill a fifteen-year-old white girl, feeling like a diseased mouse had crawled inside…

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A Cold Winter's Night

A Cold Winter’s Night

She laid there, in quiet repose, as though I might wake her from her slumber. All the energies in the world could perform no such…

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The Spider Story

The Spider Story

I A mature, female spider needs to know how to make proper webs. But spider A was still struggling. First, she was reluctant to make…

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Move Forward

Move Forward

Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the opening night of Operap, the musical experiment. I am Coby Sunders, the producer of the show. I am also…

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The Myth and the Miserable

The Myth and the Miserable

I was in love with a mythical creature for the longest time. I didn’t meet her by the sea; she wasn’t washed ashore by a…

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All the Love in the World

All the Love in the World

The year after she left, my mother visited our house in San Diego only twice. The first time, she came with a U-haul truck and…

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Unforgotten

Unforgotten

It was the day before Christmas in Calcutta. It was 1997, and the city, like its name, still retained much of its old world charm….

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Paramour

Paramour

How sometimes, we are tied down by the Normal; we don’t want to realize all of our dreams. Here she was, compromising all her dreams…

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