Articles by Fiction Editor

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Memories and Chipped Paint: Fiction by Matt Clibanoff

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Blue Blue pastel and Kodachrome clouds. Sunlight streams from the shoebox. Empty and cracked, Nikon and Kodak, plastic canisters rattle on the ground, bouncing off the hardwood. The photographs are neatly stacked. Dust fills the spaces in between. Martin looks at himself in dynamic Polaroid light. He wonders how many flashbulbs were wasted trying to…

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Of Another World: Fiction by Brianna J.L. Smyk

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Clive swept his hand through the dried delta bed, rubbing a few specks of rusting rock between his gloved fingers. He looked out at the Mighty Dust Mites—as he liked to call the solar-powered robots—which speckled the planet for miles.   When, in an effort to save their dying program, NASA’s engineers discovered they could…

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Quiet Hypnosis: Fiction by Matt Clibanoff

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Rock and roll therapy crashes in waves against her eardrums. The sound changes color. Her mind is lacquered purple and the room is full of smoke. Listless clouds bounce from couch to couch and hot cirrus strands dance towards the ceiling. It’s been two years since college. Brian is sitting on the red loveseat. He’s…

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The Ways We Were: Fiction by Michael J. Shymanski

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It’s my birthday when he brings the piñata and the police pull up his driveway. Candy falls. Sweet rumor litters backyards. Hushed tones hop fences. Speculation bikes on wide asphalt. For Sale waves from the porch, punctuating stage center in our living room window. We wave back. The still dialogue inundates cul-de-sacs. Quietude springs forth…

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Not Dead Yet: Fiction by Yani Robinson

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Acting stupid is actually much harder than it sounds. You see, there are certain expectations about being the only woman on a dive tour, and Nell is doing her very best to meet them. Despite knowing a great deal about diving, like knowing that SCUBA is an acronym for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus and knowing…

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Deadly Milestones: Fiction by Brent Cronin

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The two boys high-step through the marsh, one ahead, scanning the forest with deadly seriousness. Ted watches his friend trekking carefully through the brush and attempts to do the same. He pulls at the leather strap of his rifle and nimbly hops a creek to narrow the distance between himself and his friend. His friend…

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