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NO REGRETS

NO REGRETSby Joe Manion What first got my wife Elsa upset is when I peed in my khakis without knowing it. I’d been losing it marble-by-marble for months. Poor Elsa—her game shows interrupted by neighbors returning me home from walking…

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BELOVED

BELOVEDby John Grover Not even the smell of bleach could erase the subtle medicinal stench or the awful memories Aaron would never forget. He’d cleaned the spare bedroom from top to bottom and it still wasn’t enough to wash the…

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THE SCREENING

THE SCREENINGby Reed Beebe I can’t cook for shit, so I brought Popeyes to the screening. The FedEx guy leaving the elevator as I arrived got a whiff and looked at me enviously. I pressed the button and ascended. My…

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THE GLUB WEEVIL

THE GLUB WEEVILby David Wright 1986. It was the best of times; it was the… Nope. Not going to start that way. It’s been done before. Suffices to say, it should have been the best of times. I’d just graduated…

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CORPSE FLIES

CORPSE FLIESby Preston Dennett The sound of dishes banging in the kitchen ceased and seconds later Geena appeared, waving her hands frantically. Stanley looked up from the TV. “What is it, honey?” “L-look!”  She pointed to the dining room where…

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DAMAGE DEPOSIT

DAMAGE DEPOSITby Matthew Pritt Hunter found the damage while investigating the flickering lights. The breaker box was offset from the frame, exposing the wood behind it. There it was, yet another problem with the rental house. “I think we have…

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BIG EMPTY

BIG EMPTYby Aria Braswell The Big Empty smelt like the color black. It sat out back behind the farmhouse and was deep as anything could go. Mama didn’t think it smelt like I thought it did. Still, I wasn’t allowed…

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8.06

8.06by Justin Rulton They come to talk to me. They tell me things I don’t want to hear. They bring me answers to questions I don’t want to ask. Uninvited. Like a sudden dull pain in your temple, or a…

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HARBINGER

HARBINGERby R. Michael A murder of crows spiraled overhead, cawing in the waning light just above the canopy of an aged, twisted forest. Fog rolled in from the northwest, blanketing the underwood save for a single oil lantern that gently…

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