The Disappearing Act

The Disappearing Act

For the third week in a row, Janet forgot to shave her legs. The first time she forgot was on a Sunday when she was changing into her swimsuit for Joel’s pool party. Janet looked at her legs as she slipped on the pink bottom to her tankini and after

Pizza Cat

Pizza Cat

I did not feel very Monday Warbly tonight so instead here is a strange tale I wrote about a food kind of animal … enjoy? – Melis The rumors are true. The Pizza Cat is real. How do I know, you might ask, skeptical gleam in your eye, that such

An Interview Near Signal Street

An Interview Near Signal Street

By Melissa Kandel The subway car came to an abrupt halt. “Signal Street!” With a polite nod to the plumpish redhead whose morose stares he had endured for the larger part of his 57-minute trip from Eagleshead to Signal Street—“So sorry miss, didn’t mean to bump you there,”—Daniel Plinkers departed

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

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