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Story #20 by Matthew Sharpe

  Katie’s father drove her to her cross country meet on Saturday morning. He was in a bad mood. He took pills, she didn’t know how many or for what. He hid them from her and she never saw him … Continua a leggere

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Story #17 by Matthew Sharpe

Jim was fishing with his ten-year-old son, Hal. They did other things together too but those either left little space for conversation (tennis, skiing, videogames) or generated their own (chess, math homework). With fishing, once you baited your hook and … Continua a leggere

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Story #11 by Matthew Sharpe

Evelyn had never done this before and she knew it was stupid. She was on her way to her boring, underpaying, shitty job when someone in a nice suit said he wanted to take pictures of her and of course … Continua a leggere

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Story #10 by Matthew Sharpe

Eleven billion miles from Earth, the unmanned Voyager 1 spacecraft is approaching the edge of the solar system. It has been travelling for 35 years, and scientists estimate that by the end of the year it will pass the heliocliff … Continua a leggere

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Story #9 by Matthew Sharpe

The well was dry. Betsy stared down into it. Blackness, and a vague stink. Her sister, Theresa, had been lying to her. Their parents had not enlisted in the army to fight in Afghanistan. The email Theresa had left open … Continua a leggere

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Story #8 by Matthew Sharpe

Two years ago, when Wendy was a cook for the United States Army in Fallujah, her vehicle rolled over an improvised explosive device, which destroyed her legs and burned five percent of her remaining skin. She counted herself lucky to … Continua a leggere

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Story #7 by Matthew Sharpe

The IRS called Tanya twice while she was in the waiting room of the fertility clinic. “You don’t have to keep calling me,” she said to her phone without answering it. “I know exactly what you want. What do you … Continua a leggere

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