FICTION
FICTION: Mr. Yerigan

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FICTION: Field Trip

Despite my best passive aggression, my mother took a Wednesday afternoon off from her extremely demanding job as the E.D. (executive director) of an elite […]

FICTION: An Infernal Correspondence

To the Headmaster of the 23rd Celestial Academy Dear Seraph, Not long ago, in the southerly regions of Limbo, one of our patrols apprehended a […]

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A Portrait of the Art Historian as a Young Man

She was wearing a black dress, he thought. Or at least it looked black; in this dimness (“warehouse lighting,” he called it privately, “ambiance lighting,” […]

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Purple Flowers

Ms. Blok wears see-through, cream-colored shirts to school every day. Her bra today is dark purple, clearly a size too small for her, and her […]

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Laying Day

It was Laying Day. Sam shivered in line outside Susan B. Anthony High School and chewed over the rumors: The exacting judges, the rare perfect […]

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The Season

The acceptance letter is enclosed in a glossy red folder, the kind that shows sweat marks when you take your thumbs off. There’s a picture […]

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This is Not a Ghost Story

Once upon a time, in the kindergarten I was to attend, a girl who loved to draw died. I would learn of her after my […]

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FICTION: October

It was Sunday, but even so, Darryl got up at 6 a.m. to walk to the office by the Brooklyn bridge. After shutting off his […]

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Caves

The Neanderthal brain is 1.3 times that of Cro-Magnon man. And yet, there are commercials like this one: “So easy, a caveman could do it.” […]

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Family-less Heirlooms

He had never given up being ashamed of his family name, which was common and dull, a blunt single syllable at the end of his […]

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