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Katie and Siciley V1: The Preacher’s Daughter

We have a new short fiction series for you by Angela Santistevan. We hope you enjoy it.

-Allie

It was real.  Awful.  Unfathomable.  And, the most real moment, Katie, at the tender age of twelve, had ever lived through.  Katie couldn’t help but feel that what she had just done, as awful as it was, couldn’t compare to the awfulness that her life-time best friend in the world, Siciley, had lived through every time that this woman, lying on the river bank, half in the water, had done to her over and over again.

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The Gift of Light

by Neesa Suncheuri

I’m at my psychiatrist’s office for a routine visit.  I go every four weeks, mostly to get my prescriptions.  I haven’t changed my medication dosages in months.

“Hello, Neesa, how are you?”

“I’m doing really well!”  A smile on my face.  “Last week, something amazing happened to me.  I’ve become a Christian!”

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To Research Love

by Neesa Suncheuri

A profile of me was created on Wikipedia recently, outlining my prolific career, naming me as a highly-esteemed professional. I read it, and laughed at the sentence about my undergraduate degree. How I finished it when I was sixteen. I was ambitious about thermodynamics back then, yet I had never seen a woman naked in the flesh.

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A Stone Skipped V3: Leaving the Nest

by Cheryl Vollmar

By the time I turned eighteen, I was more than ready to never step foot in my parents’ house again. I had graduated high school and was ready to move on to college, but even then I disregarded my own desire to major in Music Composition and followed in my mother’s footsteps by majoring in Music Education. Despite thirteen years of piano lessons, six National Piano Guild gold medals, over seven years of band and choir classes, and the numerous pieces of music I had already composed, she said I would never make a living writing music. And while I did see the logic behind her argument that it’s difficult to succeed financially as a composer, it felt more like she didn’t believe in me or my talents. As if all the competitions, performances, and accolades I had received weren’t enough to strive for what I was passionate about. Even though she frequently nudged me into experiences like college level symphony and stage performances as a high school student, it rarely felt like she supported me in my musical and theatrical efforts. She even told me I was on my own when I received an invitation to the Miss Missouri Pageant, leaving me alone in a huge dressing room buzzing with excitement as mothers helped their daughters change for the next act of the show. I’m not sure if it was because she was just too busy with her own schooling or if it was just a general lack of interest. Some have even said that there could have been a bit of jealousy behind her words and actions. To this day I haven’t the slightest clue why she was so unsupportive, but it placed another small bit of self doubt in the back of my mind that told me I simply was not good enough.

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Takeout

by Grace Carpenter

He sits in front of her like some kind of Buddha, legs folded on the carpet, slightly protruding belly just visible through the folds of his loose shirt. She’s fond of that belly, the way it jiggles happily when he laughs and bounces around when he runs shirtless, jumping off cliffs or chasing her with a feather duster. His belly is playful and free. She needs that.

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