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Long Form

Excellent work over 2K words.

Secondhand Bursts

We’d arrived at the age of irrelevance, the lot of us – except for Daphne, who was not yet 30 – so it was important to acknowledge we were still alive, among the living.


Jerry wasn’t the type for small talk, but it was so quiet, you could hear our silverware echo off the tiled floor and backsplash.

Night Owl

It's soothing being in motion, headed somewhere. I like watching the people we pass who also can't sleep. I like the noises, the screech as the bus lurches to a stop, the door letting out like a gasp.


I was twenty-one and had only ever been on one first date before (my boyfriend), so I can’t explain how wonderful it was to have a woman order me a bottle of wine.