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Momentum by Christopher Thomas

Jamey scurried up the side of the hill, he kept low as he crossed over the old logging road, and then he ran down into the ravine on the other side at a pace mostly out of his control. He could feel the muscles in his thighs grab and his knees crunch with each jarring…
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How We Solve It by J.D. Isip

Sarah, when she was small enough to hold – when she would ask to be held – had an angelic temperament. Except on some mornings. Mornings when everyone was running late, the dog had pissed the kitchen floor, breakfast was cold and disappointing, and my niece could feel the seam of her sock anywhere but…
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A Loud Noise Will Come by Patricia Brubaker

They sit on the step, side by side, hips touching. She covers her ears and squeezes her eyes closed until tiny tears form in the corners. She waits, and only silence and crickets and an occasional siren on the main street blocks away from their house can be heard. She waits, opens her eyes and…
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Holiday of a Lifetime by Chris Cottom

In June, my mate Mike will be seventeen, so we’ll buy a van, fit it with mattresses, and go continental. It’ll be the five of us from last summer at Sandbanks, except it’ll be St Tropez and no mums mithering us about missing the sunshine when we sleep until tea-time. Mike had better pass his…
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A Trip to the Library by Tharseo Ziyet Jovita

Writhing and rolling. Written around his body in the colour pale of dim moonlight was the word pain. Morning comes.He survived. Today is going to be a good day, he’s sure. Food first. Like everybody who understands that it’s about the fill and the nutrients, he puts everything in the pot and turns on the…
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Amniotic Fluid by Luanne Castle

I look down at my lap and find it gone, replaced by a big bump. Eight months and one more to go. Building a nursery, one small purchase at a time. Circus bears in blue, green, and yellow.
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Ismaila of Angwa-Dodo by Fatima Okhuosami

Ismaila slipped on a puddle of dog piss, landing face-down on his neighbour’s bingo. His rectum, hosting a potpourri of cassava, bitter leaf soup and sukudai, pushed hard against his anus. It was still dark out and the muezzin of Angwa-Dodo central mosque was singing the call to prayers in a loud, one-note wail. “Who…
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Against the Current by E. C. Traganas

You talk and talk, lips flapping like padded oven mitts, grating voice a chopping board of raw celeriac root and leeks. Plunge it all into the stew pot and let it simmer in the back burner, please. Let me hear the plashing of ancient streams, winnows threading their way to eternity, fiddlehead ferns drawing their…
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Pretend but Feels Like Real by Karen Baumgart

Today was my six-years-old party day! Mum and Aunt May had got Frozen party hats and paper plates and made cupcakes with Elsa and Anna flags. I love Anna the best, even though Jeremy thinks Frozen is a stupid girls’ movie and teases me for liking it. But Mum said I could have any kind…
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Hillside by Zary Fekete

“Shall we walk up that way?” Roger said. Cynthia looked up and saw the winding path he was pointing to. They were standing at the foot of a green hill, about 200 yards from where Roger had parked their car. “Don’t you think it’s a bit steep?” she said.