Sundays
by Subhadra Eberly
Issue No. 171 ~ August, 2011
I never run on release; I duck and cover. This is how I was taught to handle emergency situations like earthquakes and nuclear attacks in elementary school.
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Tadpole
by Jennifer Blood
Issue No. 171 ~ August, 2011
It wasn’t ‘til late that night after he got hit that I decided on bringing Sidney back to life. I’d been playing around with the idea my whole life – cutting worms into two pieces and watching them wriggle on both ends like a magic trick God come up with just for me.
Burglary
by Mary Jones
Issue No. 170 ~ July, 2011
She went back to the bedroom where the man was still in the bed. She told him she was ready to go now, and then she folded him up neatly and put him into the bag too.
Africa, By Now
by Jesse Czelusta
Issue No. 170 ~ July, 2011
Had she no memory of machetes and warlords, of petty thieves with missing arms, Rhoda would not have understood the meaning of the question, “Short sleeves or long sleeves?”
In-A-Tension
by Tim Kempf
Issue No. 169 ~ June, 2011
Owen turns off the TV and runs upstairs. I hear water running. I look at the ceiling. I look at my watch. I take a few more sips from my cup.
Kyla Kyla, Persephone
by Tristen Chang
Issue No. 169 ~ June, 2011
I thought maybe she was fooling, but then I tapped my finger on her collarbone and for some reason, right then, I knew something wasn’t right, so I ran and knocked on the nearest door but nobody answered.
The Queen Rides Again
by Amanda Viviani
Issue No. 169 ~ June, 2011
He was looking at us both with leery-beery eyes, and then suddenly he was slinging Daisy over his shoulder and running down the length of the porch with her screaming, bellowing like a calf.
The Crunch
by Virgie Townsend
Issue No. 168 ~ May, 2011
Locked in the reversal of time, Marcella cannot create anything new; she cannot scrawl into the desk fresh wounds that shout "make me old, make me old, make me old!"
The Good Night
by Tristen Chang
Issue No. 168 ~ May, 2011
I heard him walking into things. I heard something drop and shatter, I heard running water, and cupboards. I heard him open the door to the bathroom and I heard the hinges of my mom's door, then something soft but heavy hit the floor.
Answers for Are Muffin Tops Collapsible?
by Emily J. Lawrence
Issue No. 168 ~ May, 2011
If you fall in love you’d have a relationship like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Arguing at first, then he would gradually become gentle and kiss you just like he were eating sugar cream pie.
