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Mr Spire
A young man’s night out in Dublin starts at its Spire.
Story Sunday Archives
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Chippendales
I felt bad about it in high school, my vanity. Now I wear it proudly. Why not lean into it?
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Catch and release
A story about two little girls going on a brief adventure.
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Blocked
A writer, Violet, working from home with severe case of writer’s block who discovers the walls of her studio apartment have begun to close in ... -
Neighbors
The blonde spent about half of each day out on that new porch. She was this pale little thing with gaunt eyes and tattoos on ... -
The Gun
It wasn’t hers. Sue hadn’t wanted it, but there it was, on the seat beside her. “For your protection,” they said. “Just in case.”
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Ace
The first time I tried to deepen our kisses, she pulled back uncertainly.
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Perfect Hair Day
All Val could see from the back of the conference room was row after row of perfect hair.
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And my life unfolds
A story that explores patriarchy and how it affects a woman’s life. Set in Assam, India.
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Fry Person
On paper, Arman was not unlike the other applicants. His face, just like the others, was young and hopeful.
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Strange Waters
Mom says her father was an arsonist. She told me when I was eight. I sat next to her on the sofa, my feet sticking ... -
When Blankoids Sing They Sound Like Elvis
During the winter of ’98, I think I was in love or obsessed with Mother Teresa. This version had pierced nipples and a coke problem ... -
Blood
Set during the EEE outbreak that gripped the Michigan region, a young man who, years after making a decision that destroyed his family, is finally ... -
In the Event You Find Yourself in this Situation
A middle-aged woman reconciles with her inner world and her physical reality, as she undergoes a series of anti-climaxes.
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Grafted
Before the sun rises, a farmer must tell his son he is adopted. Whilst they attempt to save the life of an orphaned lamb.
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A Dream
Maybe then she could stand on her tippy-toes and pull down the cables with both hands, fill the room with electricity, set fire to her ... -
Situation
…he looks out at a huge garden, nine thirty in the morning, caffe latte in hand. Afar are a dozen pink flamingos standing in shallow ... -
Transistor Man
Transistor Man glides on waves of sound, the electro-sheen of an ineluctable moment, forever in search of the perfect now.
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Hair Peace
“Thou art my beloved Son; with thee I am well pleased.” Even Jesus craved his Father’s approval, never mind that meeting expectations required getting nailed ... -
Visiting
Mesha descended the stairs, careful not to slip on the hardwood. In his jetlagged daze he could feel the mystical silence of the morning sunshine ...