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The Mall

by Dash Owens There once was a great Mall, the largest of its kind, with parking lots the size of football fields and three designated exits on the interstate highway. Within The Mall was a theme park with three roller coasters and a ferris wheel, at the top of which riders glanced the dark upperContinue reading “The Mall”

Meeting Minutes (3.14.21)

Attendance: The Deity, Leora Jasper, Dash Owens Location: Outside a bar on Grand and Park Note-Taker: Dash Owens The meeting opens when the three interlocutors met outside an unnamed bar in Prospect Heights, where they commenced the debate captivating many New Yorkers: in or out? After consulting google, the CDC website, a friend studying toContinue reading “Meeting Minutes (3.14.21)”

Unfinished (Chapter 10)

by Dash Owens First time reader? You can find the previous chapters here. Maeve at one time had a professor of education ask the class: what do we owe one another? What do we owe to ourselves? Maeve had a complicated answer to these questions because she owed others quite a bit. She owed oneContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 10)”

Reclaiming My Hxstory

by Biróg When I was born, my parents named me Elizabeth. My great-grandfather was an Irish day laborer in St. Paul, and my great-grandmother was his sweetheart from Wicklow. She worked as a maid in a large Dublin house until the violence unleashed by the British armed forces after Easter 1916 caused her to flee.Continue reading “Reclaiming My Hxstory”

Unfinished (Chapter 9)

by Dash Owens As Edward, Belinda, and Junie began to give Maeve some answers, she asked even more questions. During one early morning, the ghosts were demonstrating to Maeve how they traveled at different speeds.  “It’s easiest to focus on an object that’s moving first. Imagine you’re right next to it,” Edward directed, pointing toContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 9)”

The Futility of Argument with a Sixteen Year Old Nincompoop: A Case Study

by Leora Jasper “Isn’t Shakespeare, like, irrelevant?” In front of me sat a blonde Justin Bieber facsimile whose limbs hung over the sides of the chair like the exposed, overgrown roots of a willow. Feet adorned with Nikes, chest emblazoned with Champion, they sipped a hot chocolate above a perilously positioned pair of new whiteContinue reading “The Futility of Argument with a Sixteen Year Old Nincompoop: A Case Study”

Unfinished (Chapter 8)

by Dash Owens To pass the early, empty hours, the ghosts went over to Antonio’s house. Antonio lived in the brownstone he died in 59 years prior. He was exactly what a ghost who lived with his great-grandchildren should be: toothy, broad smile with a poof of inconsistently thick grey hair. He wore the frayedContinue reading “Unfinished (Chapter 8)”

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