Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned
by Keith J. Powell I didn’t set out to desecrate the sanctuary, just to satisfy an itch tormenting me since my former fiancé called me
by Keith J. Powell I didn’t set out to desecrate the sanctuary, just to satisfy an itch tormenting me since my former fiancé called me
by Jessica Klimesh She was terrified of small spaces, of keyhole openings and elevators with room for only one, so she bought a shoebox to
Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash by Meg Pokrass She strides through the city with her Labradoodle, hair in a retro-sixties cut, cell phone plugged in her ears,
Photo by insung yoon on Unsplash by Shasta Grant “We should paint the room blue if it’s a boy,” Jake says and Elise doesn’t ask what room, doesn’t
Photo by Lily Banse on Unsplash by Meg Tuite Still a bit folded, the rheumatic woman, Miriam, uprooted from her chair. A creaking labyrinth of aches charted scars
by Frances Gapper Recently widowed Mum and partnerless me went on holiday together to her birthplace, where she carried on pining, despite fond memories of
by Meg Pokrass Mom joined a gym called “Liberty Body,” whose membership card pictured Mom’s smiling face on the Statue of Liberty’s body. She packed,
Photo by BoliviaInteligente on Unsplash Here are some of our favorite micros. Sentence length varies, but they’re all under 400 words.
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