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Reflections of an Irish Car Bombing- Part I: Friday, Sept. 18th 2015

Barker Auto isn’t one of the better car dealerships in Greenville. In fact, like the Waffle House on Front Street responsible for last year’s E.coli outbreak, it has a reputation. After several complaints to the Better Business Bureau and a … Continue reading

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Stars- Part II: Wednesday, Sept. 16, 2015

  “Do you think you’ll stick with it for the year?” I ask tentatively, looking at Pen’s scuffed boots. It’s a tossup, a fifty-cent piece with handsome J. Kennedy pressed on one side, and the bald eagle stamped flat on … Continue reading

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Stars- Part I: Wednesday, Sept. 16th 2015

“God, they’re terrible!” Maxwell grunts, wiping sweat from his forehead. He looks disgusted, tired, as if he’d been adrift in the South Pacific for a month and is contemplating eating his toes. “They make me want to f****** kill myself. … Continue reading

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The Show Goes On: Friday July 24, 2015

“You have to have done more than just see your grandfather.” Grace says. She’s scrolling through her phone’s camera options, deciding which will be best for a zoom shot. Her prey is the West Greenville High School marching band practicing … Continue reading

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Relatively Painless: Wensday July 15, 2015

“How much money do you have?” Maxwell asks. He’s stooped in the driver’s seat of his Chrysler Saratoga, ham hock hands resting on the steering wheel like fat, hairless rats. If he were anymore overweight he’d be wearing the car like a Transformers Halloween … Continue reading

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Pen Pals: Friday July 10th, 2015

“Just sit that box over there.” Pen, her face two inches from her computer screen, absently points to the corner of her room where a stack of other boxes teeter haphazardly. “Pop it on top of the others.” “I can’t reach that. It looks like it’s … Continue reading

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Under the Artificial Stars: Saturday, 4th of July 2015

“I’m sorry again.” Pen moans, wiping the¬†sweat from her¬†flushed forehead. “But you have to admit they weren’t that bad, just a little rough.” “Rough?” Grace looks at her, “They were jerks!” June rolls her eyes. This has been going on … Continue reading

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