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		<title>LAUREN BUDROW: After the Funeral</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 16:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was supposed to rain. They went to the arboretum anyway. She wanted to see the peony garden where they were married. It started to drizzle, then pour. Her son held an umbrella over her while she leaned down to sniff the battered but fragrant blooms already past their prime. Lauren Budrow is an Assist. &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/16/lauren-budrow-after-the-funeral/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">LAUREN BUDROW: After the Funeral</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was supposed to rain. They went to the arboretum anyway. She wanted to see the peony garden where they were married.</p>
<p>It started to drizzle, then pour. Her son held an umbrella over her while she leaned down to sniff the battered but fragrant blooms already past their prime.</p>
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<p>Lauren Budrow is an Assist. Professor of Mortuary Science.</p>
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		<title>GABRIELLA BRAND: ARFID</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2026 10:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Hummus and pita chips. White bread. Sometimes fries. Non-sticky fruits. Experts warn: Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. The boy still grows. Sometimes grey circles under his eyes. He is taller than his twin, but doctors don’t know why. Bribes fail.  Nothing tempts him. At night we wonder, how do bodies work? Gabriella Brand’s fiction, poetry and essays &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/16/gabriella-brand-arfid/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">GABRIELLA BRAND: ARFID</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hummus and pita chips. White bread. Sometimes fries. Non-sticky fruits.</p>
<p>Experts warn: Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder.</p>
<p>The boy still grows. Sometimes grey circles under his eyes.</p>
<p>He is taller than his twin, but doctors don’t know why.</p>
<p>Bribes fail.  Nothing tempts him.</p>
<p>At night we wonder, how do bodies work?</p>
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<p>Gabriella Brand’s fiction, poetry and essays appear in a variety of international publications including Alchemy Spoon (England), Shuili (India), Cordite (Australia) and Room Magazine (Canada). Her flash fiction can be found in Blink Ink, Moonpark Review and elsewhere. She lives outside New Haven and teaches languages in the OLLI program at the University of Connecticut.</p>
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		<title>MIKE KEYSER: Peace by Piece</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2026 16:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[A strange sensation shatters my illusion of protection. A lump… surgery, and again I&#8217;m safe, but less of me today than yesterday. Flesh heals. My mind wanders. I consider wings. How many feathers can fall before the bird follows? My destination still awaits. I&#8217;m arriving one piece at a time. Through pencil and pulp, Mike &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/15/mike-keyser-peace-by-piece/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">MIKE KEYSER: Peace by Piece</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A strange sensation shatters my illusion of protection.</p>
<p>A lump… surgery, and again I&#8217;m safe, but less of me today than yesterday.</p>
<p>Flesh heals. My mind wanders. I consider wings.</p>
<p>How many feathers can fall before the bird follows?</p>
<p>My destination still awaits. I&#8217;m arriving one piece at a time.</p>
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<p>Through pencil and pulp, Mike Keyser shares his best pieces.</p>
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		<title>ANGELA CARLTON: The One Who Can&#8217;t Close Her Eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2026 10:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[She wasn’t breathing. My mother stopped breathing in hospice. Cradling my face, I tried to catch my breath, I tried, as the air conditioner kicked on-off-on-off, a constant groan, before her hand gripped mine, ONCE. And I’m that frightened child, in the dark, the one who can’t close her eyes. Angela Carlton’s fiction has been &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/15/angela-carlton-the-one-who-cant-close-her-eyes/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">ANGELA CARLTON: The One Who Can&#8217;t Close Her Eyes</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She wasn’t breathing. My mother stopped breathing in hospice. Cradling my face, I tried to catch my breath, I tried, as the air conditioner kicked on-off-on-off, a constant groan, before her hand gripped mine, ONCE.</p>
<p>And I’m that frightened child, in the dark, the one who can’t close her eyes.</p>
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<p>Angela Carlton’s fiction has been published in Every Writer, Everyday Fiction, 6S, 50 Word Stories, Spillwords Press, Friday Flash Fiction and Paragraph Planet. In 2018, her story “The Roommates,” was made into a short film. In 2023, her story “Swallowed,” was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. See more at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/97543592046" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Angela Carlton Stories &amp; Art | Facebook</a>.</p>
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		<title>SOOFIA MAHMOOD: That Night Under the Sky</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 16:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was the night she learned that the moon shone brighter in a village than in the city. So bright she couldn&#8217;t open her eyes. So bright that the bones of the dead in the illuminated graveyard lay wide awake. It was the night she was afraid of the moon. Soofia Mahmood taught herself English &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/14/soofia-mahmood-that-night-under-the-sky/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">SOOFIA MAHMOOD: That Night Under the Sky</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was the night she learned that the moon shone brighter in a village than in the city. So bright she couldn&#8217;t open her eyes. So bright that the bones of the dead in the illuminated graveyard lay wide awake.</p>
<p>It was the night she was afraid of the moon.</p>
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<p>Soofia Mahmood taught herself English as a teenager in Pakistan so she could become the first girl in her family to attend university. She found a love for writing strange things instead. Now in Toronto and having a late-midlife crisis, she just wants to be read. Read her short-story thought experiment,<a href="https://tinytyrannies.substack.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener"> Tiny Tyrannies</a>.</p>
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		<title>NANCY BAGATO: Dance Like the Dead are Watching</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 10:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Inez stalked into position and began dancing. Hustle. Twist. Interpretive. Chicken. Electric Slide. Macarena, because he hated it. Salsa, because he refused to learn and accused her of cheating when she went alone. Her heels tore new sod. She smiled, dropped her wedding ring, and strutted out of the cemetery. Nancy Bagato collects words and &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/14/nancy-bagato-dance-like-the-dead-are-watching/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">NANCY BAGATO: Dance Like the Dead are Watching</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Inez stalked into position and began dancing. Hustle. Twist. Interpretive. Chicken. Electric Slide. Macarena, because he hated it. Salsa, because he refused to learn and accused her of cheating when she went alone. Her heels tore new sod. She smiled, dropped her wedding ring, and strutted out of the cemetery.</p>
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<p>Nancy Bagato collects words and images to turn into bite-sized stories. When not writing, she is reading, making art, or substitute teaching.</p>
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		<title>STORY OF THE WEEK: September 13</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 01:28:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The story of the week for September 7 to 11 is… Cradle by Mikaila Nalbantova]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The story of the week for September 7 to 11 is…</p>
<p><a href="https://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/07/mikaila-nalbantova-cradle/"><b>Cradle</b></a> by Mikaila Nalbantova</p>
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		<title>JOANNA NORLAND: My Monthly E-Mail From Aunt Grace</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2026 16:00:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“&#8230;Bea’s Alzheimer&#8217;s &#8211; Don’t ask! She’s become a stranger. If my mind ever wanders like that, shoot me. Kisses. PS Wish Charles luck with his university applications. His great aunt is cheering him on.” “Charlie’s a sophomore at Emory,” I answer, then start over. “Thanks, Auntie G. I’ll let Charlie know.” Joanna Norland is an &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/11/joanna-norland-my-monthly-e-mail-from-aunt-grace/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">JOANNA NORLAND: My Monthly E-Mail From Aunt Grace</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“&#8230;Bea’s Alzheimer&#8217;s &#8211; Don’t ask! She’s become a stranger. If my mind ever wanders like that, shoot me.<br />
Kisses.<br />
PS Wish Charles luck with his university applications. His great aunt is cheering him on.”</p>
<p>“Charlie’s a sophomore at Emory,” I answer, then start over.</p>
<p>“Thanks, Auntie G. I’ll let Charlie know.”</p>
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<p><a href="https://www.joannanorland.com/post/newsletter-september-2026" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Joanna Norland</a> is an expat Canadian playwright and writing coach based in London.</p>
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		<title>LYNN KOZLOWSKI: Ride</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2026 10:00:51 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The old man delivers groceries in the neighborhood. One leg is stiff. He works to climb the slightest hill. He uses a child’s red wagon. When routes allow, he folds his bad leg onto the wagon, and, poling with his good leg, he rides in style down the small hills. Lynn Kozlowski has appeared in &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/11/lynn-kozlowski-ride/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">LYNN KOZLOWSKI: Ride</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The old man delivers groceries in the neighborhood. One leg is stiff. He works to climb the slightest hill. He uses a child’s red wagon. When routes allow, he folds his bad leg onto the wagon, and, poling with his good leg, he rides in style down the small hills.</p>
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<p>Lynn Kozlowski has appeared in <em>The Citron Review, The Zodiac Review, Molecule, 50-Word Stories, Bright Flash Literary Review, Every Day Fiction, The Dribble Drabble Review, Friday Flash Fiction, Switch</em>, and <em>The Malahat Review</em>. He has a volume of short pieces, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Historical-Markers-Lynn-Kozlowski/dp/0972332960/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2OYKQGDHLDLVK&amp;keywords=kozlowski+historical+markers&amp;qid=1688234439&amp;sprefix=kozlowski+historical+markers%2Caps%2C101&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Historical Markers</a>.</p>
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		<title>NICHOLAS DE MARINO: Ufe Uife</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 16:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My pirated copy of Cortázar&#8217;s “Hopscotch” is rundled with e-reader formaging errorors. The sliding li- ne breaks meake Chapter 34 espatially interluse. The blundiest part is the mimastic transfer errorors subpausing “life.” Or is that just post-frankle Gliglish? I refillill my mate, creep Eden, and refususe to crudate a purated copy. Nicholas De Marino conserves &#8230; <a href="http://fiftywordstories.com/2026/09/10/nicholas-de-marino-ufe-uife/" class="more-link">Continue reading <span class="screen-reader-text">NICHOLAS DE MARINO: Ufe Uife</span> <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My pirated copy of Cortázar&#8217;s “Hopscotch” is rundled with e-reader formaging errorors. The sliding li-</p>
<p>ne breaks meake Chapter 34 espatially interluse. The blundiest part is the mimastic transfer errorors subpausing “life.”</p>
<p>Or is that just post-frankle Gliglish?</p>
<p>I refillill my mate, creep Eden, and refususe to crudate a purated copy.</p>
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<p>Nicholas De Marino conserves money, not sanity.</p>
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