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The Story You Said You Were Gonna Read, but you Didn’t
A short story by Silver Meadow To: K.Morales@westhavenpd.gov From: Yarahinds255@gmail.com Subject: The Story You Said You Were Gonna Read, but you Didn’t Dear Detective Kevin Morales, It’s been a year since my friend, Yara, was abducted by the Nostalgia Monster. You’ve told me a bunch of times that you’ll access my account, yet you haven’t.…
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Generous Sedation
Sweet, Kind, and Pleasant III A short story by Silver Meadow (Explicit language warning) Melanie can’t break old habits: Grace looks through her mail. Yes, paper services are old reliable, but it’s still old. Most of her bills are set to auto-pay, so whoever mails her is A, inspiring her to open a new credit…
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Orpheus’ Final Plea II: The Next Level
A short story by Silver Meadow 0. I step into the afternoon sun. Finally, my lungs are filled with fresh air and not lecture hall spores. My English professor harassed us about this five paged analytical essay due tomorrow. I’d be lucky if I have enough energy to finish the readings. Let alone understand what…
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Well fed Willie
A short story by Silver Meadow (explicit lanuage warning) Mom invited the man who withered our corn in for dinner. He’s been staying in our shed for the past few days because Dad needed an extra hand feeding the chickens, chopping wood, and loading the truck for the Farmers Market. But I wanted him gone…
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Student Loans
A Short Story by Silver Meadow Carry-out order submitted 3:00 pm: Pasta Fettuccine Handcrafted fettuccine tossed in a preserved lemon and white wine reduction, finished with your choice of marinated grilled chicken or broccolini charred to order. Special Instructions (50 character limit): Hi! So the pasta noodles were as rubbery as my tires the last…
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She Stayed in the Abyss
A Short Story by Silver Meadow (TW: Blood) I’m at the end. But since the story must be told from the beginning, fine: I’ll start in the middle of nowhere then I can go home…right? I hope you understand my side of it. It was the day before our concert. I sprinted into the auditorium…
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Orpheus’ Final Plea
A Short Story by Silver Meadow 1. The harp strums around two in the morning, with notes coloring the night softly. Strings wrapping around each headstone, mausoleum, and filtering through my window. This harp interrupts my reading; my studies. Most college students work retail or fight tooth and nail for unpaid internships—I just work nights…
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Michelle in the Abstract
Sweet, Kind, and Pleasant II A short story by Silver Meadow (explicit language warning) Abstract Michelle Parker is a profound (what many call) “influencer,” harnessing countless clicks and views on content that displays insurmountable levels of vanity. Parker had led many to believe, especially Black women, that they too could achieve this lifestyle of palatial…
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The Professional Third Wheeler
A short story by Silver Meadow (Happy Valentine’s Day ♡) Yet again, Naomi’s phone buzzes with a text from that overzealous girl she met at this year’s photography convention downtown. She went on and on about matte finishing being far more refined than glossy while they exchanged numbers because they’re just Black girls trying to…
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Endless Snowfall
A short story by Silver Meadow Taylor is an hour late for his shift. Would be his usual fifteen if roads were clearer and traffic lights didn’t go dark. He presses two fingers under his jawline and—oh, he is alive, because nothing beats Cleveland’s overcast and Dollar Zone’s misery. Taylor didn’t ask to be born,…
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