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Cupcake
Jomiyan
TWIG — frail, self-conscious, careful in her movements. Wears a loose white dress.BUCK — large, extravagant, magnetic. Wears loose black layers.SETTING: Scene One: A party, in memory — smoke, chatter, half-light. Scene Two: TWIG’s…
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The Appointment for the Spectrum
Jaia Papitz
PARTICLEThey assembled it on the roof the way men build sins. Quietly. With confidence that had no permission.A broken steel bowl flipped upside down to catch whatever fell from the sky.…
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Uproar in Diritania
Kakhaber Gagloshvili
From early that morning, the people of Diritania, a small country, had been waiting anxiously for the Defence Minister’s press conference to begin. Justin Catford had announced in…
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the levelness of the game
Dustin Miller
You’ve seen the game, and likely played it.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
Roll the golf ball up the short wooden incline. It comes back to you unless it drops…
first.
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Broken Boys
Miles Grüne-Yanoff
INT. APARTMENT 1 – NIGHTWe open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator hums, a…MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and jeans…
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Bulă, or How We Invented Quantum
Jaia Papitz
A literary satire about laughter, bureaucracy, and the small cosmic errors that keep reality from sealing itself shut.