The Boulder
By Jennifer Fricker

Oh, it’s not so bad. It’s kind-of funny really, ridiculous, to think this is eternal, divine punishment, equivalent to his; a doom for all eternity in Hades, pushing this rock up this hill.

I do not like retail.
By Katie DeConto

Whatever. I had a job. It was okay, at first.

Clothes hangers, unpacking, and not giving up.
By Sarah Howell

If I’m not good at something right away, if I can’t see progress quickly, I usually give up. I don’t like to feel like I’m spinning my wheels, and I certainly don’t like to feel incompetent or ineffective.

Housework, hookups and St. Gregory of Nyssa
By Jesse James DeConto

Try sticking it out for a few years, and you’re lying in the same bed where you make love, and it’s 3 am, and your spouse says she feels like a slave because you left your dirty dishes in the sink again, when you have “to respond to that which demands your response.”

how many licks
By Libby Lamb

that is a lot of rock candy

By Alaina Kleinbeck

The sun rises every morning, but on particularly dreary gloomy days, I look up into the sky and I feel cheated, betrayed by the lack of everything that the sun is supposed to be.



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