Hiram the Horse Whisperer

Hiram’s dad, Jesse, had no worries, despite the smirk on the carnival barker’s face.  This was a sure bet. Everyone knew these carnival ponies were trained to throw young boys on command, but the locals in the crowd...

Hiram the Horse Whisperer

Hiram’s dad, Jesse, had no worries, despite the smirk on the carnival barker’s face.  This was a sure bet. Everyone knew these carnival ponies were trained to throw young boys on command, but the locals in the crowd also knew eleven-year old Hiram and his peculiar way...

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Anomaly, Part Two

To read Part One of "Anomaly" first, click here.  SIXThe Future It felt like I’d frozen. Then like I was on fire. Then what I imagined it felt like to be a square peg being shoved violently through a round hole. Then I was there. I was on top of the Washington...

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Life in Lebanon by Laila AiSiss

The sky appeared grey before it turned black. Walls of white foam trailed me with an amplified angry roar. I swam faster until my arms felt like sandbags. On the verge of drowning, Rawyia’s voice echoed as if reverberating from the depths of a sinkhole.  “Wake up,...

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Introducing a New Bingeworthy Superhero Series

Over the past decade, superheroes have supersaturated the entertainment industry. We’ve seen numerous films and television shows, and there’s no sign of the genre’s popularity dying anytime soon. With The Flying Woman, author Daniel Sherrier takes a relatively...

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A Visit to Storm King Art Center

…before the mind intoxicateWith present objects and the busy danceOf things that pass away, a temperate showOf objects that endure.—Wordsworth I guess it started with Instagram. Not a very high-minded medium, but there it is. Post after post of people walking through...

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Fate and Marriage

That evening while the sun prepared to set, we followed the daily mealtime routine. Around the dining table, we settled into the seats our father had assigned. With Rawyia to my right, I sat as rigid and brittle as an old piece of wood. Hala, our fourteen-year-old...

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Lines of Paint in My Mind

Written on July 30, 2014 For A Story Each Day The streets of Raleigh are marked and lined with construction spray paint—the kind that workers use to denote where electrical wires are buried. Where to dig and where not to dig. Where it’s okay to drill and where it’s...

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An Amazon’s Tale, Part Two by Dick Yaeger

To read Part One of "An Amazon's Tale," click here. Chapter 7 I looked for bullet holes in the Cessna but noticed none. Maybe the Taliban were bad shots. “Wanna drive, George?” Kevin said. His transition from “sir” to a first name was quick. “Yeah. Thanks. Been a...

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