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GASTROPODA

 

Ending by Natasha Bonfield

I don’t feel well, my mother says. She looks past the edge of the cliff where the sea would meet the sky, if there was a sea anymore. But...

Brown girl in the circus by Swetha Amit

Those curious eyes. Their scrutiny. The gaze follows me as I walk to my desk. The teacher announces my arrival. The new girl in fifth...

Skin by Alyson Tait

Her skin was gray, hidden among the shallow water and rocks. Its smooth texture slid underneath the grains of sand, swimming with each...

Six Lipsticks by Slawka G. Scarso

Avon Berry Nice Your first lipstick is a gloss and tastes of strawberries. The moment you apply it, you start to lick, lick, lick, till...

Eve by Katie Holloway

The globe of the fruit glistened before her, an orb of promise and potential, of passion, power and something she couldn’t yet name, but...

Playing With Sticks by Pete Sheild

All our arbor ancestors arrived long before her house was built. Long before any of these houses were built. We went about our seasons...

Un café by Sabina Y. Wong

Today reminds me of my first time. That day, the sky was gray, where strong breezes made my neighbor's tall bushes undulate like we were...

Lying Not Lying by Pat Foran

We’re playing one-on-one in the driveway and my friend says he knows me and I must have had a reason to want the Believe In Music — 22...

Natural Disaster by Nadja Maril

She looked down at her spotted legs and imagined others examining her body when she died. Discarded. Laid out on a lab table or still in...

Waves by Matthew McGuirk

A cool April morning isn’t the beach of my childhood. The bite of the air doesn’t match the warm sun; the low tide showing white eyes...

Thin Ice by Victoria Buitron

By the time I’m dropped off, the sun is still obscured by clouds, a shrivel of dim light making it an overcast day—so dreary even the...

Coquina by David Holloway

This time I came back as a coquina, a clam the size of a child's fingernail. I tunneled along the warm sand of a beach, somewhere,...

Blue is a Primary Colour by Abi Hennig

When I turned myself inside out, smearing myself with the colour of my sadness, I did not know that it would stick to skin so readily, be...