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Fiction: Lice

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By Kelsey Ronan Mar 2010

Every Saturday morning I used to drive to the donut shop on the South Side, near the branch library. I'd have two donuts and a cup of black coffee, read the newspaper and drive back with an éclair...

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Fiction: Hektor and Andromache

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By Kelsey Ronan Feb 2010

For Christmas we always do a Secret Santa in Teresa's family. She has five sisters and all of them have kids, so to cut the expense and confusion of buying for everybody we draw names at...

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Fiction: Whitefish

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By Jan Worth-Nelson May 2007

We sat across from each other at a burl table in the Brownstone Inn, a rustic place with great food in AuTrain, far from every place else in the Upper Peninsula. It was our first vacation together...

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Fiction: Slime

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By Jan Worth-Nelson May 2007

"This is summer," Hazel said, adjusting her truly tiny sundress.

"What a bitch," she added, not bothering to look to us for a reply. "I just get back from New York where it...

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Fiction: Fortune Cookie from the East Side

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By Jan Worth-Nelson May 2007

Well I was out in California with my boyfriend when my ex e-mailed me that he was having a party, and would I come along with everybody else in what I've taken to calling our tribe, the tribe...

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Fiction: Toronto

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By Jan Worth-Nelson May 2007

It is the night before New Year - Eve, and there - a pause in the city, as if everybody - afraid to start the party too soon. The bar is almost empty, so Sara and David settle at a table right in...

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Fiction: With swift, purposeful slices

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By Nic Custer Feb 2006

With swift, purposeful slices of his mother's seemingly gleaming Cutco blade it would soon be over. The wounds flowed messy and brutal and with deadened emotions he hoped she wouldn't be...

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Fiction: Three Day Monologue

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By Nic Custer Nov 2005

How could it be?

2 days, 23 hours; wasted, lost, forgotten

That last hour of sweet gleaming light

What do I seek?

the blinding hues of that perfect sunset over Lake Michigan?

…or the...

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