I break eye contact and focus on the road. There is nothing but asphalt and leveled plains. Something scrapes behind me, and I know you’ve hit bone.
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Empty and Sparkling by Katherine Indermaur
Every night the man came home and saw the progress his wife was making on the mirror. Somehow she found just the right place for each shard, the right edges to slide alongside one another.
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Mermaid IPA by Linzy Garcia
I remember even the most beautiful, mystical things still die.
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The Inspired Painting by Derek Updegraff
Once a person looked down from a cloud, and she thought to another person…
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