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A Terrible Day and A Tree

By Melissa Marni From: Henry Littlesworth To: Marcus Trevan Subject: Your Job It’s over. Fax Me Up LLC is closing shop, effective immediately. Funny I should write this to you over email, the very thing that killed my fax business. Well, Amazon killed us, too. Damn devil of a company.

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Maxine from Ohio

By Melissa Marni The strangest things can lurk beneath the dark and in between. Like him. Or me. But not today. Today is a day made for honeyed sunshine and happy walks taken together on green whiskered brush edging the Ohio River. The clouds above are glorious, bubbly air-froth pinned

Revelation Underground

Revelation Underground

By Melissa Marni The subway car made its way toward 59th Street, a metal serpent slinking beneath Manhattan’s Upper West Side. Moments before, the doors of the 1 train had slid open and four or five sleepy passengers emerged, settling with their foil-wrapped deli lunches onto blue plastic seats. It was

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The Tale of Astrid the Beautiful

Somewhere in the untamed French countryside near Versailles, on the border of all that was good and evil, once sat a small patch of wild lavender, and just beyond, a smaller spring. An accidental journey brought Astrid to this spring, its water tumbling like wet poetry across flowering earth. She

To The Birds

To The Birds

To the birds To the birds An awakening sorrow To the birds To the birds My soul shall borrow Until little remains Save their troubadour song To the birds To the birds Or To me All along. “It’s a fabricated kind of love,” said Lucie Mayweather to no one. She

Freedom’s Gate

Freedom’s Gate

If you’re in the business of counting thoughts, Donovan Springer, on a cloudless night in late April, had two. First: An imagination unrealized was a deadly weapon indeed. Second: The taste of freedom proved an enticing combination of salty and sweet. He imagined then how everyday life rarely afforded opportunities

The Figaro

The Figaro

Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later call them, windows

FLY

FLY

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea

INTO THE PAPER-WHITE QUIET

INTO THE PAPER-WHITE QUIET

There are few things sweeter than Paris at springtime. Nice! Good! Marvelous even! For a first sentence to begin the novel that would eventually become a best-selling work of historical fiction and free Rabbit Beauchamps from her part-time job at Tupperware Alley, this would do just fine. Perhaps better than

THE BLOOMING TOMATO

THE BLOOMING TOMATO

In her seventeen years of life as they had so far been lived, Abigail Fountain came to learn there were exactly four things she absolutely could not stand: 1. Tomato sauce. Because really what was the point of some soupy version of a fine-enough vegetable? Or fruit. Or vegetable. 2.

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