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Show Us Your Shorts! Join us for the first annual Short Story Month on YWS! Throughout the month of May, we'll be celebrating the art of writing short stories, with ...

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30 I don't think enough about the bones beneath my skin wrapped in tendons and ligaments; they move so tenderly yet how little it asks of me to think.

29 What sweet cosmic irony to put the girls with a death wish on the porch by the train tracks; their arms are clean it's pills they popped, prescribed by ...

28 It's cold for the season today and I did not dress for the weather.

27 On the front porch of the guy you never dated but who kissed you on your birthday when your boyfriend lived in Japan, and told his friends he wished ...

26 There are skeletons in your underwear drawer, you have a closet but the folding doors fell off the track six years ago and you can't bother to move out ...

25 I'd be lying if I said I don't think about your pickup truck parked by the lake or the way you'd push me into the seat when headlights crawled ...

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24 Homesick does not account for the way I remember cool grass on a summer day or the crack of soybean pods in sunburnt hands or hills rolling under highways ...

23 To season your cast-iron skillet, scrub the rust and burnt-on breakfasts or late night drunken quesadillas with coarse salt and a potato if you have it, or a dry ...

22 I wonder if my daughters will know the smell of sun on grass. I wonder if my daughters will wear crowns of wildflowers beneath a stone-blue sky.