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Likeness - A Short Story by Adam Godfrey

"Likeness"

Adam Godfrey
Hearing one’s own voice is always just a little strange. No doubt about it. Hearing another’s words spoken in your own voice is another thing all together. Surreal. Unsettling. I don’t know. I don’t believe the proper word even exists for such a feeling. It’s the bizarre, unpalatable substance of bad dreams…
The Gathering - A Short Story by Lyndsey Croal

"The Gathering"

Lyndsey Croal
The ghosts gather on the burnt trees like a murder of crows, hungry-eyed and conspiratorial. Black feathery wisps dance around them, while talon-like hands grip to charred branches. They can see me, but they don’t yet know I can see them…
The Last Phone Call - A Short Story by Maria Berejan

"The Last Phone Call"

Maria Berejan
She smelled oil. She smelled blood. She forced her eyes open, squinting against the bright beams of light in the darkness. Broken branches littered a path of wreckage leading to the road…
The Imperfection - A Short Story by Mae Murray

"The Imperfection"

Mae Murray
Mira was in a hospital gown looking at her phone. The girl with the bleach-blonde pixie cut had been tantalizing in her OKCupid photo, but when they met last week, she noticed the deep-pitted acne scars peppering her jawline and the glaring red spots on her cheeks and between her thick brows…
Called Home - A Short Story by Tanya Pell

"Called Home"

Tanya Pell
El resented her father for calling her home. She stood in the backyard, arms folded across her faded t-shirt, staring out at the rows and rows of dry, brown cornstalks against an empty blue sky…
Backseat Driver - A Short Story by Rae Knowles

"Backseat Driver"

Rae Knowles
A bleeding sun rears its angry head over the hills surrounding your childhood holler. You smudge a bit of dirt into your hairline and hurl your suitcase into the open trunk of your mother’s silver van, Mark glaring at you between the headrests…
The Fort - A Short Story by Alan Lastufka

"The Fort"

Alan Lastufka
Teenage best friends Aaron and Tim have their own hideout in the woods. It’s an old, reclaimed cabin nicknamed the Fort. And it just grew a new door…
FFUNS Johnny Compton

"FFUNS"

Johnny Compton
Holding the unlabeled black video cassette somehow reassured her of the legitimacy of its contents. With that reassurance came effervescent nausea, an ugly, unreal sensation befitting the place she was in and the sight that awaited her…

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