Fiction

May Contributors

X.C. Atkins, Kendra Augustin, Ioana Barbulescu, Amy Allen, Melissa Llanes Brownlee, Indigo Carter, Catherine Dean, Michael Fontana, Robert John Miller, Mitchell Ny, Brittany Pike, Albert Rodríguez, Nayt Rundquist, Daniel Sheen, Antonio Sodré, Mick Theebs, and Brian Washines

May Highlights

certain ends
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certain ends

by Sacha Bissonnette

“I thought about her now, her unwillingness to settle, and her secrets. And though I swore to not be like her, maybe that too, is futile. And how we never figured it out. My mother’s truth.”

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freshman
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freshman

by Kathryne McCann

“Water rolls down your body, tracing your ribs, finding your hip bone and falling below just as his fingers did not even an hour ago.”

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quarters
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quarters

by Camryn Brennan

“I see them everywhere. All around me. On my pillow. Under the seat of my car. On the kitchen counter. It's like I'm meant to see them. It feels like someone is leaving them for me.”

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muddied eyes
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muddied eyes

by David Agyei-Yeboah

“He pushes his weight onto the floor and lies prostrate, then kneels and lifts his eyes to the ceiling, mumbling for his sister to return from the dead.”

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the specifics of scars
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the specifics of scars

by Mikki Aronoff

“As he lay quiet in the dawn of his dying, I pressed my ear against his scar. It sounded like hush. When I brushed my frantic fingers over the thick of its tissue, it almost felt like touching.”

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i never look at their faces
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i never look at their faces

by Sumitra Singam

“You rub my back, and there is something achingly familiar, a muscle memory of me holding countless vomit bags, rubbing endless revolutions of the clock on all the overdose girls’ backs. “You’re okay,” you say.”

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three micros
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three micros

by Louella Lester

“You wake up on a roof—no idea how you got here until you see the ladder, as spindly as a daddy long-legs’ legs, and there’s no one about, except the cat licking your face…”

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sunrise of a voice
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sunrise of a voice

by Ivy Nabangi

“The only thing she knew for sure was that her baby loved the sky. She knew he loved staring at the stars, pointing at them and drawing the various constellations. Her motherly spirit took this as a sign that he was probably more capable than he was given credit for.”

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how to mend a broken heart
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how to mend a broken heart

by Luanne Castle

“Where she expected to find smooth keyboard geometry, she discovered a grotesque smile of cadaver ivory inset between the ebony keys…teeny bits of gold, silver, and porcelain sparkled…under the fluorescent light overhead.”

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gentle abattoire
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gentle abattoire

by Katie Goto-Švić

“ …they thought you’d go far. They didn’t think it ever needed to be said. You’re gonna go far, kid.. But now…with gentle pity, they tell you how well you’ve done just getting out of bed this morning.”

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