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CHRISTIAN JACKSON: Waterlogged Lament

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Waves lapped against the cathedral doors. Inside, hymnody rose high above in-between tear-stained cheeks and upturned palms. As the song ended they quietly turned to listen at the doors. The only sounds were those of fading gurgles and lament. Finally, they no longer needed songs to drown out the beggars.

Christian Jackson is an aspiring writer, amateur theologian, and multidisciplinary artist from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. His writing has been accepted for future printing in a local Milwaukee publication. Jackson and his wife love to paint, read, write, and spend time exploring all the midwest and beyond have to offer.

STEVEN HOLDING: Squab Story

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Post-cremation: she says he’s nearby. The evidence? White feathers, heaven sent upon a breezy sigh.
Each appearance signifies an angelic presence, closer than a whispered farewell.
Only I comprehend the truth. Each quill, proof of my cowardice.
Late nights, absurdly plucking birds.
Serving pigeon pie. At least twice a week.

Steven Holding lives in the United Kingdom. Most recently, his work has appeared in the magazine The Stygian Lepus. You can follow his work at .stevenholding.co.uk.

UNA NINE NINE: Sundays

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Withering from within, she huddled her hunched-over spirit through the imposing church doors.

In her closed fist was enough shiny and dull copper, grubbed from the streets, to pay.

Perhaps crumbs of kind words. Or drops of holy water from the priest’s aspergill.

Just enough sustenance to survive another week.

Una Nina Nine loves to read and write.

GUY PRESTON: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

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Inflation hit everybody hard, Santa included.

Carrot prices had skyrocketed, and hungry reindeer could hardly pull a sleigh.

Santa emptied his sack into the reindeer pen, ignoring the crunch of tooth on bone. Rudolph emerged, snout matted with fresh, red blood.

Freddy’s bad behaviour would never be a problem again.

Guy is twenty-four years old, and still afraid of being on Santa’s naughty list. This is his sixth 50-word story.