Stories

My Left Tongue

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EVERYONE HAS TO BELIEVE ME, I JUST CAME IN HERE FOR THE FOOD. I’ve been peckish all day long, and I’ve been thinking about chicken with rice pilaf. Are those…

River

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AN A-FRAME WITH FRONT GABLES. Outside: a chipped Hudson Commodore. It’s Florida, 1969. The dawn of Disney. The alligators are newly relocated to Lake Jesup. The palms sag with heat,…

The Woman the Spiders Loved

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The following is a story from our upcoming release I’ll Tell You a Love Story by Couri Johnson, due out April 14th, and originally appeared in Penultimate Peanut. We hope you enjoy, and if you’d…

Marble and Mud

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HARRIET WHEELED HER BIKE OVER TO THE CEDAR SHED BESIDE THE CABIN and propped it against the shed’s gray shingled wall, spotted with holes bored by the bees who call…

Yeti

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IT LAYS DEAD BEFORE ME, ITS SKULL CRACKED. The tree bore no injury. Grasping the kill by the neck, I move toward the mountain. Little drops of red fall upon…

Orbit

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THEY HAVE ERASED ME FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH BY NOW. The one they sent to the papers with all of us sat outside the refectory. They do that, you know. The…