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Did you hear about the candidate who grabbed Hugh’s dick?

Of the sixteen candidates only eight would make the final cut.

I was born hating paths, apostasy. We came alive wrong for union.

Soon I will walk up those same back steps the police took by force.

The mistake you make with this man is, you wait around for him.

And jesse, the smart bombs do not recognize the babies.

Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.

Tana Wozcjuk

He got his wife off a German farmer, for whom he went to work one day.

Death pointed the gun in his socket and blew off some of his skull.

I like to take little sips of the horror, morsels of poisoned meat.

Ira and Ada are stepsiblings. Within a month they were sleeping together.

“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”

Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?

Diane Kirsten Martin

If the landlord tells you not to hang a mirror in that room, do not.

Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.

What was happening? All she wants is for Teddy to fuck her silly.

Lambert started to cry and said he was sure there was a God.

I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.

I saw her bed wasn’t slept in and knew—something had happened.

Despair: Janet Burroway’s first Narrative Magazine six-word story.

“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”

Not every fate was alike. Not everyone ended up paired off in love.

God doesn’t punish wrongdoing. Rewards multiply if tended to in secret.

I was creating art instead of counting beans like everyone else.

“Silence can be difficult, and we’re silent the whole time,” she said.

The pictures were taken in the woods, naked from the waist down.

She had instinct for seeing what she could make happen.