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By Amelia Díaz Ettinger

Inspired by Gabriel García Marquez, Un Señor Muy Viejo Con Alas Enormes

Maybe it was true, the land had turned angry against the rabbits that were eating all the carrots on the planet. Maybe that was why, on the least important day of the week, on a long line of unimportant days, while the rabbits ate the carrot, the...


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Rehab

By David Lanvert

You still walk faster than I do.

But you run faster. 

I know, it’s always been that way.

You should take it easy.

Don’t worry, I’ll slow down if I get winded. 

I mean you don’t have to push yourself. 

I’m okay.  We used to do more than this.

I know.

All those mar...


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By Jinjia Grace Hu

Every morning when I open my door, a pigeon waits on my doorstep. It might have been mundane—New York has more pigeons than straight men, according to my friend—if it hadn’t been the same pigeon every day, following me around with the obedience of a Victorian butler. The emerald plumes on his chest bounce with each step as he trails me...


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 By David Larsen

Lucy McBride grimaced as she studied the picture on her bedroom wall. The sweeping landscape of the plains of western Nebraska, a gift from her aunt and uncle in Grand Island, had been swapped out without her knowledge, replaced with a pen and ink sketch of Tom’s former girlfriend, Susan, naked as a jailbird, leering seductively at ...


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A Memoir by Johanna Elattar

The television in our living room showed a unicorn that summer—a pearlescent creature with a single, spiraling horn—destined for Madison Square Garden. I was eleven, and unlike the adults around me, I still believed in the possibility of a miracle. I didn’t know about surgical grafts or the grim theater of animal acts. I only ...


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