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Jamie Alliotts
[DESPERATION] Howling. Tears. Seizures. Foam. Specialists who want to help but can’t, who fancy themselves serene but always lose their cool. Medications to get off medications. Chores done and undone. Violence over Jell-O. Group, no Therapy. Folks peeping into your room every two hours to make sure you’re still breathing, leaving the door cracked, open enough for a single slant of light to keep you company, keep you awake, keep you from dreaming...[more] |
Kelsey Stimson
[DECAY] The bigger dozer is still nothing compared to the huge blade actually making the grinding, chewing, gnawing sounds, munching through Christmas trees and tree trunks like snapping toothpicks. “That’s actually one of the small ones,” Keith says proudly. The Komptech Terminator 6000, the size of a small U-Haul truck and much more dangerous. The mouth of the Terminator faces up into the sky so that from down here on the ground, I imagine a bird’s eye view of the monster as a giant, sucking earthworm whose throat is lined with rows and rows of shifting teeth... [more] |
Max Gibson
[SEX] Scroll down a little farther to exit Dartmouth and enter the real Upper Valley: mustachioed or bearded middle-aged men in white t-shirts, all of them in beds, bathrooms, or closets; the occasional isolated young man with a profile description along the lines of, “Is anybody out there?”; a smattering of photo-less profiles—the “discreet” high school students and their “discreet” fathers...[more] |
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Eva Xiao
[ADVENTURE] I first saw them on a postcard at a cafe. Hot pink skater wheels, starred helmets, knee socks. The elbow pads. Roller Derby, it said. I gave it a quick Google when I got home. The results were colorful: girls in faux Catholic schoolgirl uniforms, a team decked out in heavy eyeliner and tiaras. Lots of black and pink and “good girl gone bad” rhetoric...[more] |
Lexi Krupp
[LONELINESS] Suzanne lives in a wooden box. She goes to bed early, she remembers her dreams. She has no money. She is profoundly lonely...[more] |
Taylor Malmsheimer
[HELP] Edward has called more than 210 times since April 27, 2011. He calls Sunday mornings, he calls late at night, sometimes he calls in the afternoon. He calls when he’s afraid, he calls when he’s lonely. Sometimes he calls to discuss his ex-wife, who left him six-and-a-half years ago, right before he shot himself..." [more] |
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Nate Kania
[FLIGHT] The plane accelerates. It hugs me from behind. The orange traffic cones pass by at shorter and shorter intervals, like the horizon is pulling towards us. At 60 knots, Keith pulls back on the yoke. A gust of wind sets off the stall warning horn, and he has to pitch down to recover. He pulls back again. The plane begins to climb... [more] |
Lindsay MacMillan
[CHILDREN] “Alicia needs to get a new tooth,” Charlotte says. “She has a big girl tooth but it’s crooked and wobbly. Show her, Alicia.” Alicia obediently opens her mouth and points to one of her front teeth. It looks like a regular adult tooth to me, but she shows how it wiggles. “It’s about to fall out,” Alicia says. “I have to go to the doctor and get a fake one.” [more] |
Coming soon: the raw milk underground, death and the undertaking,
the king of New Hampshire, a dream of farmers, and more.
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Volume 2, June 2014 / Contributors
