By J.G. Proctor Photo by Nik Shuliahin 💛💙 on Unsplash The tavern door slammed open, letting a gale of boisterous voices blow over the tavern’s patrons. “Break open your finest reserves, my good man, my brothers and I have a thirst,” a young man called out, carrying the rich vowels and self-serious tones of an…
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By Blessing Gibson Sylva sensed the stranger entering the wood long before he arrived. With dirty, travel-worn clothes and wind-tossed, tangled hair, he reached the cottage at last. With relief and surprise written equally on his face, he took in the smoke rising from the cob chimney and the chickens clucking in the yard. He…
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By Stephen Shewmake I watched a yellowish light cast ever-changing shadows across the deck from a single lantern swinging at the ship’s bow in a lazy rhythm to the sea’s motion. Silhouetted against the light sat a lone sailor on the railing, his legs dangling over the water. He had one arm looped through the…
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by Sarah Busching The whales took my siblings with them. For three years in a row, I watched each one transform and go into the sea forever. When it was my turn, I asked them to take me, too. During whale season, whether the sky was clear or darkened with a coming storm, I waded…
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by Shailendra Ahangama I have been lost in the desert once. It happened many years ago, when I was a child of nine. As the years progressed, I consigned that dreadful experience to the back of my mind, for it was both an unremarkable and unpleasant memory. Even so, there was one element in that experience…
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by Douglas Kolacki Sam Fitzsimmons shifted uneasily on his feet and sized up the uniformed customs official on the other side of the glass. The Frau’s chiseled face and aquiline nose reminded him of Mussolini—not a good sign—and contrasted with the WILLKOMMEN IN BERLIN banner with its black, red, and gold stripes spanning the hallway…
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By Leland Hames Leonard sat around the fire in a semi-circle with the others, each sipping cups of hot coffee to fight off the chill, their cups leaving wispy trails of steam in their journeys from laps to lips. The group sat on lawn chairs, stools, and crates. A few were on short pieces of…
Read moreA Gravedigger of the Deepholds
by J. Scott King Today, in the quiet darkness of the deep Halls, I buried the last of my people. There is no one left to put in the cold ground. The question of my own grave will fall to the kindness of others, Gods willing, though I doubt I will see another soul in…
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By Henry S. Reimert Photo provided by Patrick Shaffer Kari’s bicycle tires crackle and pop as they roll over the crushed oyster shells of the parking lot. She lets the bike coast to a stop and performs a practiced dismount. She lands with a little puff of white dust that spurts out from beneath her…
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By Ken Foxe Once, they used to race bicycles up the hill. Sinewy men and women, engorged calves and thighs, on near weightless machines resolutely climbing at what must have seemed like superhuman speeds. They called the race La Flèche, the Arrow, a coincidental harbinger of what the ascent has since become. The hill itself…
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