Stories

Troop 292

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We drove up to San Francisco with Radio Disney, all hissing AM waves, and met up with the other half of our caravan at Stephanie’s mom’s apartment in Nob Hill….

The Dig

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I have been walking long enough for people to see me coming and cross the road. My hair, when I touch it, is stiff, the skin beneath my nose raw….

Birthday Boy

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The invite said there would be cake. Understand that I went for the cake. I won’t lie and say I didn’t hear the rumors. When Ms. Dunphy extended the invitation,…

White as Snow

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Translated from Hungarian by Marietta Morry and Walter Burgess They’ve been working on the metro site for more than three years; carrying construction material and slowly erecting ticket booths, that…

Fire Escape

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On a cold winter Sunday in 1955, nine-year-old Edward’s home went up in a blaze of holy hellfire. They, the family, had all been at church – the ashes to…

Bliss Miss

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She’d made herself quite a pile selling chocolates with a moral center, but she’d tired of her customers who, once they’d acquired the taste, were loyal to a fault, and…

The Pronoun Wars

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During the second millennium, at various times and places, to speak the language one grew up speaking was made a capital crime by the powers-that-were. In the Languedoc region of…