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CHELSEA UTECHT: Peasant and the Pea

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“Well, My Liege… she did locate the pea…”

“Excellent! We have at last found a woman delicate and refined enough to – what? Oh no…”

“Yes, Your Excellency. I’m afraid she ate it.”

“Not another one.” The king sighed. “Well, give the girl a snack and send her on her way.”

Chelsea Utecht is an American living abroad in Tbilisi, Georgia where she teaches literature and writing. A recent participant in the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, her work has been published in Shooter Literary Magazine, The Gravity of the Thing, and Fifty-Word Stories. More about her and her writing can be found at chelseautecht.com.

CHELSEA UTECHT: Time is No Thief

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He’s a house guest whose culture you don’t know. You feel robbed when he arrives to visit because you wanted gifts of china or art, something you can appreciate at your leisure. But in his hands are fruits and cheeses to enjoy today or toss, rotten, tomorrow. Gone either way.

Chelsea Utecht is an American abroad in Tbilisi, Georgia, where she teaches literature and writing. A recent participant in the renowned Iowa Writers’ Workshop, she has been previously published in Fifty-Word Stories and her work is forthcoming in Shooter Literary Magazine.

CHELSEA UTECHT: Monster

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Mother read that story with the crumbs and the kids. So when she sent me into the forest, she gave me some bread.

I’d have crumbled it if there were witches, or bartered with wolves. But because my monster was the one sending me out, I ate it up instead.

Chelsea Utecht is an American abroad in Tbilisi, Georgia where she teaches literature and writing. A recent participant in the renowned Iowa Writers’ Workshop, she has been previously published in Fifty-Word Stories and her work is forthcoming in Shooter Literary Magazine.

CHELSEA UTECHT: Childhood Bravery

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If you don’t look, don’t allow a toe to pass the mattress’s precipice, then it can’t get you. This intuition lives in my bones.

But she dared me.
“Baby,” she sneered.

What to do?

I extend my leg.
Laugh triumphantly.

But whatever is under the bed laughs along with me.

Chelsea Utecht is an American abroad in Tbilisi, Georgia where she teaches literature and writing. A recent participant in the renowned Iowa Writers’ Workshop, her work is forthcoming in Shooter Literary Magazine.