Love Potion Number 11

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The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up. I stared at my hand. Love Potion Number 11. I thought it was a joke. Damn you, Ricki. She stood beside me— ...

Guilt

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“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.

Salem: History and Hysteria

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Haley’s Tree

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A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house. I’d scamper as quietly as I could in the early evenings that last summer before Dad died. He’d come hom...

Beating the Heat

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I took the cool can and placed it on my chest, letting the condensation drip between my breasts.

The Gymnast

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The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...

Six Minutes

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At Night

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I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me. I wonder if the wormy sparks an...

From the Window

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Elvis has left the building.

Buckethead

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Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we? Yes, you can leave your shoes on. My word! That’s quite the jolt to the ...

Eddie Zovinovich

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No one could pronounce my last name growing up. Eddie Zovinovich. How fucking hard is that? Back in the eighth grade, Pete Tomilson and his croonies ruled th...

Pink Tint

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So much blood.