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If I Were To Own a Gun

Ginkgo leaves seem adequate; they nibble at your toes in the autumn, next to those stinky pellets I used to …

The Seer

He knew it was snowing before he looked out the window. It was a peculiar talent of his— not unlike …

Exactly What I Want

What I want is this: to wake up one day and be alone. I want people to exist within walking …

A Hereditary Vacancy

Millie never quite understood what Mom was always doing in front of the mirror. Perhaps she was playing with her …

Phone Call

Mae closed her laptop with an expressionless shove and dragged her feet to her bed. She stared down at the …

Cinnamon Cigarette

The smell, Jasper knew, was killing her, even as she breathed the sweet trail of her father’s cinnamon cigarette. Her …

Antsy

I was trying to write today when I noticed an ant at the edge of my keyboard. It crawled with …

Word Count: 150

The whiteness depresses me. My eyes stare into the piece of paper I have torn out from my notebook, and …

10-Minute Story Challenge

Prayers are difficult, 7-year-old Bryanna thought as she made her mind up to be a good Christian. One of her …