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Category: Flash fiction

A Right Place

The bacon smells much better than it will be. It smells better than it is. It is poison, it is death. Marco tries to convince himself. He’s been vegan for two years now, and it has worked. He feels better, spiritually, physically, and mentally. He is in a right place now. He’s not in a…

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COLONIZATION

Beni hasn’t climbed this high since she had first started walking. That first trip was up to that windowsill with that Oreo. This was the same height, but it was up this tree trunk, not a stucco wall. It felt the same, so fuck it. She wasn’t sure where this climb was taking them, she…

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Two New Chairs on the Highway

Two new chairs relax, empty, beside the highway. There is a possibility, we all believe, that the chairs were thrown out of the bed of a pickup by an angry drag for which the driver did not account. There’s a possibility that some rich man changed his mind about his taste of furniture halfway through…

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They May Wonder

They stood, astounded by the vast glory of a world formerly unknown. They wondered at the stars, and bathed in the sun, and ran in the rain. They set fires inside the cold to be shared and spread through all of creation. They swam, naked, in the earth’s own joyful tears. They foraged and then…

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A Painting in the Monastery

There hangs a painting in the corridor between Brother Maximilian and Brother Karlo’s rooms. It is one of three paintings in the corridor, and the darkest of all three. That’s not to say it is the grimmest, it’s not an opinion, it has truly been painted with the darkest oils along the general landscape, from…

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Us, Only Us

We were in the fifth grade when they came. We had all been told they would come, but we didn’t understand what it meant. The teachers all knew (even the kindergarten teachers) where they had come from, but we didn’t. When we say they all knew, though, that’s not quite correct, we misspoke. We had…

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BROTHERS

...First solo hit? Makes sense. I can always tell a first. My first hit was a shit-show. I can give you a few pointers...

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