How Much Food Do You Need? by Kate LaDew
The spaghetti dropped onto the table with a fierce plop. Bob blinked.
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The spaghetti dropped onto the table with a fierce plop. Bob blinked.
Continue readingI am applying to be the main hero of this fairy tale.
Continue readingThe acrid smells of cigarette butts and stale beer hover above the music blaring from the jukebox and the noisy banter on an early afternoon in the Windhoek pub.
Continue readingThe initial paperwork was signed a year to the day after they met. This was seen as proper protocol. Both parties were far from satisfied with the partnership but the merger went ahead anyway, they both had something to gain after all
Continue readingWe told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs, and we set out for the creek in the woods behind our house.
Nothing good ever came from those boots. He wore them black and with a pointed toe.
Continue readingHe was attractive in a rugged, older sort of way. I think I heard someone say he was twenty-six. I wore my cutest red top the next day, the one that shows off my chest without being slutty.
Continue readingIt was nearly evening when a young albino came to the caf? that I was in and sat down at one of the tables.
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Continue readingThe pain comes suddenly. It spears the underside of her swollen stomach and ripples outward in shock waves that rock her to her knees, months too soon in its arrival for the welcome to be a warm one.
Continue readingThe doctor was surprised. Looking up from his clipboard, he watched a girl rise from her waiting room chair, the arm of a seated boy gently guiding her as she stood. Without looking at the intake form, the doctor guessed they were fifteen or sixteen
Continue readingI step to the seashore. It?s raining? again. Froth lingers at the edge, discoloured a putrid yellow as if the waves have been out on the town and drunk a little too much
Continue reading?Cloud? isn?t his real name, of course. It is ?Claude?. But his new classmates in idyllic Chester have never met a French exchange student before and got him wrong. They have never bothered giving it another thought. They are sure that his name is ?Cloud?, but that doesn?t mean you should ridicule him for it; he is a Frenchman after all.
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