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The Old Cat at the Bottom of the Steps
Thirteen steep steps—
once bounded up
in curiosity,
now blurred
through a cataract haze.
One more time:
the first step
a creak
and a sigh,
wanting only
to see
what awaits.
once bounded up
in curiosity,
now blurred
through a cataract haze.
One more time:
the first step
a creak
and a sigh,
wanting only
to see
what awaits.
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Uproar in Diritania
Kakhaber Gagloshvili
From early that morning, the people of Diritania, a small country, had been waiting…
Justin Catford had announced in advance that his statement would be of an emergency…
The fear and panic among the population stemmed from the fact that Diritania was…
Justin Catford had announced in advance that his statement would be of an emergency…
The fear and panic among the population stemmed from the fact that Diritania was…
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A UNIVERSE FOR TWO
Barys Paulau
ELENA (40s) — A translator and writer. She has spent years living in the margins of someone…TOMASZ (50s) — A poet who once had a career. He now has a reputation. He drinks to keep the…THE WAITRESS (30s) — She is always there. She never explains herself. She moves through the…
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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 – NIGHT
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
We open on a grey apartment, paint peeling off the walls in the corners. A radiator…
MAN 1 (60s) sits on the couch, slightly left of center, wearing a leather jacket and…
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This One’s for the Birds
Wayne Russell
The birds sing
their familiar
tunes
their familiar
tunes
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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.