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This place looks a filthy mess, Margie thought. “Three miserable years,” Babs announced, tromping around the kitchen, bagel
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A Short Story from the book Comes this Time to Float: 19 Short Stories by Stephen Geez In the end, bad weather
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Ten minutes till. The clock beside my mattress flings every spent second into my lap, nudging me so much closer to whatever is
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Holler Song Short Fiction By Stephen Geez Retta danced the willy-nilly, grabbed at slick branches, then lost
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Jimmy McNamara’s hand lingered atop that skinny shifter, eagerly awaiting the jump from second to third gear, and the growing
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I don’t know why I even bother. It’s not like we were ever close. You failed me when Dad died. You failed me and Jeffrey. But
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1013 Baker Street By McKenzie Swenson Look away, close your eyes, run back to the
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Excerpted from Maximizing Happiness Through Intimate Communication The dynamics of a relationship that a person calls love
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Friday night again. Fridays always got there too fast. The shuffling outside of her bedroom door told on him, ratted him
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Bus Boy Short Fiction By Stephen Geez Busboy. André, the punk-ass busboy. Scratchy
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My photograph is there in the yearbook, smack in the center of page 57, right above my full name: Thomas Alvin Rieger, Jr. I hate
