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by Anatoly Belilovsky
"I love your hands," she says. Her date lifts their hand from where it covers hers on the tablecloth between them, stares at it briefly. "Funny you should say that. No one ever noticed my hands before." They lower their hand, squeeze hers briefly. "I am a pilot; I guess I need good hands."
Published on Dec 18, 2018
by Jakob Winters
Hannah's mother lived a few streets over because Hannah's father didn't like Hannah's mother and Hannah's father liked Hannah and Hannah's father knew Judge Drayton, so Hannah's father paid Judge Drayton to give him Hannah and now Hannah's father has Hannah. Hannah's father comes home at five and Hannah comes home at three, so when she gets home she deactivates the security barrier with her watch, puts her backpack in her bedroom, reactivates the barrier, and walks to her mother's house where they eat tangerines and play cards. Hannah loved books. Had loved books since she was three and her mother read a book to her and she smiled and smiled. But she couldn't read until she was in the second grade. It made her feel stupid and sad. And it's hard for a second grader to feel sad! Not only do you have to deal with not being able to read, you have to deal with being in second grade. But then, in March, she learned to read. Not in a month, not in a day, but in an hour. Something happened and suddenly she could read better than her teacher. No one could explain it, especially not Hannah. When Hannah told her teacher the teacher said, "That is remarkable dear, you may be of great use to our side." "Our side of what?" Hannah asked, but her teacher was already walking back to her desk.
Published on Dec 17, 2018
by Jeanna Mason Stay
Published on Dec 14, 2018
by Paul Starkey
For a long time, Wren thought fondly about the time she watched her husband lose his virginity. Of course, he hadn't been her husband then, but as was tradition for those planning on marriage they paid a few months' salary to take a temporal excursion back to view intimate moments from history, and in their case they'd chosen to take a peek at the popping of each other's cherry.
Published on Dec 13, 2018
by Marissa Lingen
Welcome to the Nobel Museum! We're so glad that you've made us part of your day. Since the beginning, we've been asking Nobel Prize winners to donate an object that says something about their Nobel journey: their research, receiving the prize itself, or themselves as people. Our original location on the sadly much reduced island of Gamla Stan forced us to cycle through these objects, displaying only a small selection at a time, but the current location allows you to browse all the prize winners from Rontgen to Okorie. We hope you enjoy your visit!
Published on Dec 12, 2018
by Jude-Marie Green
Aunt Tad lounged on the porch swing, half in and half out of the sun. I brought her some lemonade because I was thirsty and hot, sweating through my shirt. She didn't sweat. She waved her hands slowly through the beams of sunlight, admiring the rainbows they painted on the floorboards. "Most people cast shadows," she said. "I shed refractions. It's kind of odd. But you get used to it." She took the lemonade in her glass hand. She wore a tank top and abbreviated shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination, really. Glass skull--no hair, of course--glass bones and skin, glass chest rising smoothly with her breath. Transparent everywhere except for some discreet cloudy spots shielding her internal organs. I sat next to her on the swing, squinting to see where the glass of the lemonade disappeared against the transparency of her hand and her lips.
Published on Dec 11, 2018
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