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Fiction: The Gift by Dawn Vogel

By Dawn Vogel T’was the night before Christmas, and I wasn’t done with my shopping. There was only one person I wanted to buy a gift. I knew she’d understand if I didn’t give her anything, but I wanted to. I needed to see her eyes sparkle with delight. I worked until close, which meant...

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Fiction: The Koi Empress by Nyla Bright

by Nyla Bright The sight of the two-foot-long golden koi in the grip of a snake was horrifying. Alexandria’s mother had told her some of the fish in her grandmother’s pond were worth as much as a car. “And,” she had said, “there is a goldfish that is priceless. Watch out for that one.”  The...

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Fiction: Death Friend by Nora Bailey

I died for the sixth time on the night of my thirtieth birthday. It was highly annoying—after making it through my whole twenties alive, it had been too easy to think that I’d finally become normal. Damn, I can just hear my mother now. “What is normal and who says so anyway?” Okay, fine. But...

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Fiction: The Price of a Word by Laura Jane Swanson

Content warning: stillbirth Tamsin was sweeping away the last of the spell when the door opened. She squinted against the sunshine, bright even with someone standing in the doorway. Had the mother brought the child back? His fever had broken as soon as the dust of Tamsin’s spell had fallen on him. Surely that was enough....

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Fiction: The Ring Walkers

by Caroline Misner We didn’t cast them in the role of invaders when they first arrived. At the time, the concept of an invasion was foreign to us. They were our guests from the other ring, invited by the Elders, to exchange knowledge and culture and ideas. After all, they looked so much like us:...

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Fragments

Short Fiction by Amra Pajalic Srebrenica, July 1992 I threw open the front door and bolted out of the house when my mother’s guttural scream of terror stopped me dead in my tracks. I turned and went back inside. “What’s wrong?”  Mama clutched the wall, her face white with terror. “Stupid girl!” She shook me...

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Words for Home

Short Fiction by Clint Monette There was a stream I used to go to with my little brother. He was always bigger than me, but he was still my kid brother. We would dip our toes in the cool water, but we’d never go in. Little creatures would swim past while we would sing the...

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Refuge

Short Fiction by Lindy Greaves It’s dark. A deep embracing darkness that wraps my limbs into its folds. Outside the hollow tree the wind strops and lashes like a petulant child. Ice tendrils hang like fangs around the entrance and every so often a putter of snow wisps through in a grey chink of light....