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A page from a yearly calendar

Every Year

By Hannah Meade My fiancé, Brian, died exactly five years ago today. Five whole years have already passed and still, I feel the heart-wrenching sadness I felt on the day he died. I find myself snuggling back up in my grey sheets, wanting a few more minutes of peace before…

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Bad Stretch

By JB Mulligan Each day takes off, the next day lands – like small slaps to the head. Crouched, furry creatures stunned by the headlights. “Of course they’ll stop. If they don’t, they’ll hit me.” No deed of a boulder to hoist up the hill: bend and pick up a…

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Light at the End of the Funnel

By JB Mulligan The flat and pallid path to all horizons narrows to the domed demise of an ashen, ill-lit sky. Light breaks through the drear overhead sometimes (enough to remember, anyway), and stains the jagged dirt (that once the sky was washed, translucent, the distant rim aglitter in a…

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