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From “The Pursuits of Andrew Travis” by Katrina P. Sunderlund
“So you’re working as a lifeguard over the summer, huh?” the girl said. “Yeah, that’s right,” I said, sucking in my gut and hoping that the loose t-shirt I wore gave the impression of muscles lurking...
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From “Confessions to High School Sophomores” by Brianna Starr
“You can’t treat people like that,” Jerry cried, leaning forward in his seat and filling the camera. “Doesn’t matter who they are. He crossed the line!” “Uh, okay,” the interviewer said, sounding every...
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From “The Backyard” by N. W. Smith
Excerpt from Noah Waverly’s entry in Who’s Who in American Graphic Arts (New York: Pequot Press, 2005): Noah Waverly was born in Cascade, MI on January 13, 1953, to Emmett, a schoolteacher, and...
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From “The Drum Corpse” by Callahan Merovian
Geraldine thrust out her hand. “Bring me The Marshmallow.” An electric wave rippled through the assembled percussionists. The Marshmallow! It had the ring of a holy relic to it. Deerton High could...
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From “Red and Green” by Rebecca M. Shielding
Marian Fisher, dressed in black and sporting a lace choker as always, had a booth at the seventeenth annual Mason County High School Fun Fair. The cheerleaders were selling kisses, the marching band...
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From “Coffin Nails at Bearbranch High” by Sally O. Bernstein
A cigarette flared to life between her fingers. Technically smoking wasn’t allowed anywhere on school grounds, not even on the loading dock. Then again, the rock keeping the battered door to the...
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From “Musings” by John Sullivan
John looked over at her. The bright, silvery moonlight lit up her face and hair from behind, like a kind of celestial backlight. She was as radiantly beautiful as he had ever seen her. “And there never...
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From “Unrequited Eliason” by Jaenna-Stacie White
“I’d recommend against it,” Harp said between mouthfuls of potato salad. “That’s Annette Eliason.” “Who?” said Harry. “Annette Eliason.” Harp looked across the table. “Not ringing a bell?” “Not really,...
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