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Fredericksburg
By Andrew Clark The Hyatt Place hotel in Fredericksburg is a five-minute drive from the Virginia field where 12,500 Union soldiers were killed or wounded in the month of December 1863. The Hyatt Place Fredericksburg has ninety-three well-appointed rooms and is right next to Mary Washington Hospital. It has a

Fredericksburg
By Andrew Clark The Hyatt Place hotel in Fredericksburg is a five-minute drive from the Virginia field where 12,500 Union soldiers were killed or wounded in the month of December 1863. The Hyatt Place Fredericksburg has ninety-three well-appointed rooms and is right next to Mary Washington Hospital. It has a

The Gunman Who Forgot Who to Shoot
By T.J. Seefeldt The man had a job to do. He just couldn’t remember exactly what it was. He looked up from the bed in

Rapids
By CB Anderson Every day at lunchtime Sean paddles upriver, pulling against the current until his mind is sky and white-capped water. The precarity suits

A Stand-Up Comedian Walks into a Bar
By Ellis Shuman “Tough crowd tonight.” “You can’t win them all,” Mac said, slumping into a chair at the side of the club. “Some of

Billy Benjamin
By Emily Weedon, She lived in Laaksolahti and hated it. She hated the suburban, fussy strangled feel to the place. Dirt roads, for Crissakes, and

Night of the Coywolf
By Christopher Allen Nonna changed after her kitten was eaten. We all did, more or less. But the little fur ball was her greatest friend.

Cracker
By Bethany Browning Mother died cracking her neck. Balled her fist, positioned it under her chin and pushed sharply to the left. The hyperextension snapped

The Freedom of the Hills
By Michael Zamzow They say rock climbing is about facing death, but I’m not sure. Perhaps when I began, I would have made that claim

Father D
By James Cortese Childhood—here’s what I hated about it. I hated the way you had to be like everyone else. Hated the way you had

Novel Excerpt: (In) visible
By Ivan Baidak I feel that otherness is inside us—in what we think about, in what we consider important, in how we treat people around