Backhand Stories

Do the Bus Stop By Anthony J. Langford

admin — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 21:39:14 +0000

The bus stop is her stage. Her school associates, the audience. Any passers-by get a free showing. 7.55 a.m. It’s her time. Standing on the lip of the gutter, she pouts, she spouts, gibberish, about herself, what else is there, but she knows it doesn’t matter what she says, as long as they look. And [...]

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Do the Bus Stop By Anthony J. Langford

The Urn by Holly Day

admin — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:45:57 +0000

“You don’t want to see the body,” said the man with the dirty shirt. “I don’t know how long she was in there before we called the police.” “You don’t want the last picture you have of your mom being that thing in there,” added his girlfriend, shoving her hands in her pockets, suddenly embarrassed. [...]

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The Urn by Holly Day

Things Trapped and Frozen by Emily Roth

admin — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 01:01:52 +0000

I get to ride shotgun in Mr. Gregory’s car because I missed my bus, and I missed my bus because I lost Spiderman in the snow at recess. I got Spiderman in a Happy Meal that Dad bought me once. His arms and legs move, but he doesn’t have a web. Mr. Gregory is my [...]

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Things Trapped and Frozen by Emily Roth

The Road to Something by Peyton Docks

admin — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 00:07:55 +0000

“What am I supposed to do?” Lanie cried into the empty space. “What do you want me to do, when there is nothing!” She stumbled forward, cursing herself for wearing the wrong shoes. The type of shoes that gave her blisters on the heels of her feet that hindered her ability to walk distances longer [...]

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The Road to Something by Peyton Docks

Warrior by Eric LeGrow

admin — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 22:25:02 +0000

Sitting above a crossbar of steel, high above the roaring New York, so staggering a view, I knew a man, though he was not my friend. He stayed isolated from the group, working the harder jobs along the trim steel, hauling wires and jumping rails, as if he dared God to let him slip. When [...]

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Warrior by Eric LeGrow

I Also Hate the Irish by Mark Biscan

admin — Mon, 10 Oct 2011 23:58:25 +0000

Nancy was telling Tom about her friends who recently adopted a baby from a Russian orphanage. “The poor thing,” Nancy said over her dinner plate, “she’s been so neglected. If you play peek-a-boo with her she cries because she thinks you’ve gone away. Can you imagine? Those people put that baby in a crib and [...]

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I Also Hate the Irish by Mark Biscan

Number 23 Hemlock Street by Dan Rys

admin — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 22:52:19 +0000

“You could rip a piece of paper into a hundred thousand million pieces and you still would have no idea,” she told me on that lonely Autumn day when we both felt the first winter chill creep in. “You could burn up all the grass and all the fields of Calvin Coolidge High School into [...]

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Number 23 Hemlock Street by Dan Rys

Room for Growth By Lee Stoops

admin — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 22:07:57 +0000

I guzzled the last beer from the mini-fridge, slammed the empty can on the bar, and crushed it with my sledge hammer. Melissa hated my man-cave. It was no surprise that, when her father died, she announced we’d be converting my only place of escape into a suite for her mother. Separate from the house, [...]

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Room for Growth By Lee Stoops

As the Days Turn by Mandy Taggart

admin — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 20:11:28 +0000

At the cold end of Spring, young shoots pierce the hearts of autumn flowers. You’ll be sitting out in T-shirts by the end of the month, you say, and we all pretend not to believe you, telling each other how, surely, this winter has an Arctic tenacity that surpasses any previous years. You have punctuated [...]

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As the Days Turn by Mandy Taggart

Sleep Patterns by Brittany Michelson

admin — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 17:31:24 +0000

She slept like a comma under the comforter; he slept like a corpse on top. She was open like sunflowers; he retreated like a shrinking one. They were both still young. She believed in language; he believed in numbers. Five years ago, language and numbers merged and became a unifying bridge. When he was away [...]

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Sleep Patterns by Brittany Michelson