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  • Angelica

    Angelica

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    by

    Bridget Wadden
    in

    “What about the time I laid against you like a ragdoll? My head to your chest, legs out, toddler-ish, my spine curved horribly and bent in two places like the doctor said it would be when I got to be all grown up.”

  • Girls

    Girls

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    by

    Olivia Murphy-Major
    in

    Olivia Murphy-Major is a writer living in Montreal, Canada. Her work has appeared in The Saturday Evening Post, Yolk Literary Magazine, Catamaran Literary Reader, Soliloquies Anthology, and pixie literary magazine.

  • Notes On Hunger

    Notes On Hunger

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    by

    Olivia MacDonald
    in

    “The sickness, the daughter of her sickness, was inside of me. A creature slithered below the surface, swallowing its own tail, both so hungry and so scared of the bite.”

  • cutting the air with a dull knife

    cutting the air with a dull knife

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    by

    Alex O’Neill
    in

    “and so the next logical step would be to crucify the lord in a parking lot— no need for mountainous splendor or a wad of olive branches”

  • Heirloom

    Heirloom

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    by

    Isabela Marino
    in

    “The uterus kicks, the timer is done, and now it is wailing for our mother.”

  • Doorways

    Doorways

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    by

    Daly Quintal
    in

    “The gentle smile had vanished, replaced by a frail, crooked imitation, and teary eyes, the same look from the portrait,”

  • Gnats

    Gnats

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    by

    Kat Mulligan
    in

    “Today, a nasty type achieved beauty in cotton pants, a birthday hat, and a tubercular sweat.”

  • Nightmares

    Nightmares

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    by

    Olivia Murphy-Major
    in

    “[…] she looks like a flower girl Sadie saw last summer at her aunt’s wedding; there is something so sombre about her and about that girl at the wedding too, and she wants to reach out and touch her, she doesn’t know why.”

  • If the Ocean is in Your Mouth

    If the Ocean is in Your Mouth

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    by

    Noah Sparrow
    in

    “If we look close enough, we will see that it is your skin that I am tasting, it is certainly not my own, not on top of everything else I have to hold;”