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Terminal by Stephanie Golisch

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Stephanie Golisch writes screenplays, short stories and travel essays. She has been published in two anthologies of PDX Writers, Bengal Lights and will have a piece in the upcoming edition of Mission at Tenth. A recipient of a 2014 Oregon Literary Arts fellowship, she calls Portland home.

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ORD by Soon Wiley

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ORD – Chicago O’Hare International Airport, Chicago, Illinois USA

O’Hare,

you beautiful bitch,

you miracle of a clusterfuck,

you anomaly of aeronautical common sense.

O’Hare is a conundrum; O’Hare is an oxymoron. The airport has been voted Best Airport in North America for ten years. It’s been labeled as “America’s Favorite Airport” by Business Traveler Magazine and Global Traveler Magazine. It’s also been ranked second worst in delays, behind JFK and LaGuardia – which seems utterly predictable. O’Hare alone accounts for over a sixth of flight cancellations in the United States of America.

You’re probably

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Wellsville by Louise Krug

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Louise Krug is the author of Louise: Amended (2012), a memoir about the brain surgeries she had when she was 22. She teaches creative writing and composition at the University of Kansas in Lawrence, Kansas, where she lives with her husband and daughter. Some of her recent work has appeared in Parcel and Huffington Post. She has a collection of essays forthcoming from 99:The Press in 2015.

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Teaching Writing at the Juvenile Justice Center, Fresno, California by J.J. Anselmi

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J.J. Anselmi holds an MFA in creative nonfiction from CSU Fresno, where he also worked as the Assistant Nonfiction Editor of The Normal School. His work is upcoming in Weber: The Contemporary West, and has appeared in Copper Nickel, The Writing Disorder, Obsolete!, and elsewhere. A regular contributor to Splicetoday, J.J. also loves beating the shit out of the drums for his doom band, Hymns to the Stone.

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Fancy Gap by Spencer Fleury

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There is a place in Virginia where you can drive south and north at the same time. It’s right where two interstates cross, cutting through swaths of butternut and red cedar like baby’s first X. For about seven miles the two numbers share the same asphalt, and which direction you’re going depends solely on which highway you think you’re on.      If you think about this for a minute, it will make sense. Draw yourself a map if you need help.      This only works because the asphalt isn’t pointing either south or north. It runs east to west, so

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Scrap by Alex Norcia

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We were all strippers. Three generations of men. My grandfather opened the scrap yard in the Ironbound in the ‘70s. He had seen his boss shot in the forehead and took over the business as a sort of formality. I never wanted to work there, and after my father took his father-in-law’s money and ran, I had more of an excuse to leave New Jersey. I aspired to be a writer, but I hadn’t done much other than aspire. I left college with no idea of what to do, or where to go, or how to start. I didn’t even

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Fool by Rick Bailey

Last night, halfway through Jeopardy, I asked my wife if she wanted to suck face. She shook her head in disgust. It’s not our usual nomenclature.      “How about a smooch?”      No.      “A peck?”      “No.”      “Buss?”      “Why do you talk that way?” She pointed at the TV. Alex Trebec was introducing Arthur Chu for the tenth time. Was there anything left to say about Arthur? While the Double Jeopardy categories loaded, I watched her. She saw me, and refused to make eye contact. The truth is, I didn’t want to kiss. I just wanted to

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Bosoms by Corabel Shofner

I anticipated the arrival of my bosoms with the same excitement I felt for the coming of the Mississippi State Fair. I suspect that all little girls wish to grow up to be pretty, even if they have been raised by academics, which I was not. I was raised in the deep south to believe that pretty and popular were coins of gold.      By all accounts I was due a Rubenesque figure, with luscious curves and bosoms that could only be contained by a custom made brassiere. I looked forward to the day that my buxom mother would take

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Paper Lanterns by Sunny Bleckinger

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My father lives in the middle of a cemetery. Large trees and civil-war era gravestones in all directions. A two-lane road curves through the grounds and past his front door. “I guess it’s weird,” he says, “but at least you know a McDonald’s is never gonna pop up across the street.”      The first day of our visit we’re all nervous. He repeats vague statements like, “Boy, is it good to see you two,” then laughs to himself and reaches out to touch one of our knees. The last time my sister and I saw him was more than twenty

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The Slow Book Movement by Art Edwards

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It’s amazing it took this long for me—someone who’s self-published and promoted two novels in the past—to opt back into the self-publishing game. You’d think I were being dragged back. I spent 30 months submitting my third novel Badge to seemingly to every agent, publisher and contest in the country. I’m reminded of Vladimir Nabokov’s anecdote about his inspiration for Lolita where he describes an ape who learns to draw, and his first sketch “showed the bars of the poor creature’s cage.”      The things we call freedom when we mean convenience. That’s the word I think of when I

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