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Editors’ Choice: Week of December 5 – December 9

Every week, our IndieInk Writing Challenge draws the most brilliant and imaginative writers who craft the most creative and interesting posts — and many of these submissions just knock the editors’ collective socks off. And so, the editorial staff decided to get together and select one submission weekly to feature as our “Editors’ Choice.” Read more

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Outside of myself

I’ve been doing it since I was a kid. I can make myself go somewhere else…

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Ordinary People

If I had known I was going to meet the Queen, I would have dressed up a little and put on some makeup. I wouldn’t have been in my sweaty running clothes, with a bleeding face and an ankle the size of a football. And I certainly wouldn’t have been cursing under my breath, using language that would make a sailor hang his head in shame. Read more

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Once upon a time, there was a war.

Once upon a time, the Forest People and the human beings from the town were at war. The Forest People broke into homes at night and stole babies. Read more

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Three Nails

“I’m actually kind of afraid of spiders. I think I have a phobia,” I said,…

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For my guy friends. Quit asking.

This is not brain surgery, boys. Print it out and save it so you won’t have…

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Some of My Roommates in London

A French man. Cool guy. We used to finish a bottle of Whiskey every day together. A French woman. She was his ex-girlfriend. She was so drunk one time that she fell asleep on the tiny highway divider outside our home.

A Spanish woman. She was cool. Two Peruvian ladies. They stopped speaking English when I tried to get them to pay bills. We had a big bonfire in the back and burned all of their stuff. Read more

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Magic

There is something romantic about the New York City subway late at night.

I don’t mean romance in the hearts and flowers kind of way. That’s not my romance. That’s a postcard sold by Hallmark and Hollywood.

My romance is dark. And mysterious. Read more

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Bus Stop

As I stand, waiting, underneath a rare burst of wintertime sunshine, a homeless man, draped in an enormous coat, clutching a beer can inconspicuously cloaked in a wrinkled paper bag, hovers beneath the bus shelter beside me.

Nothing out of the ordinary in this city. Read more

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Love Craig but not his people

Sometimes, late at night, I have the bad habit of reading craigslist – This…

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