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Cold
Trigger warning for brief and non-explicit mention of death
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The Angels
Donnie and Bonnie, two beautiful little losers, lay themselves down underneath the bleachers while talking about life.
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Sweaters and Otherworldly Things
In a dim corner of the local space museum, sat a young woman, her neck slumped down. Hunched over a tangle of red wool, her eyes locked on the material in an unblinking, trance-like focus.
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A Minute of Your Time
She’s coming home from the grocery store when she meets him. He’s leaning against the wall near the entrance, and she’s trying to juggle her shopping bags with the search for the key to get into the building. “Excuse me, ma’am. Could I have a few minutes of your time?”
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End Credits
Trigger warnings: plane crash, major character death
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Already Dead
Content warnings: supernatural, ominous, murder.
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To Be a Man
The glass doors would always hum, rattle and sing beneath even the slightest strain. It was lucky, Tommy thought, that they hadn't flown off their hinges this afternoon, what with all the force it had taken to crack them open.
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At the Cafe We Used to Frequent
Nina thought about the question very carefully, chasing the rim of her cup with the tip of her finger. She valued the quiet inside of the café—it had a real weight to it.
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Undone
Trigger warning: mentions of panic attacks and self-harm.
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Paradise
Every day from late June to the end of August (yes, every day) I’d pick Sam up in my dad’s Ford and we’d go down to our spot. It was everyone’s spot, really, but Sam liked to call it ours. She’d once told me she never felt more at home than out there, like it was the only place she belonged in the world.
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Onward Otis: The Empathic Onion
For the first time Otis felt the warmth of the sun as it kissed his outer skin. The only feeling of warmth Otis knew was felt through the dirt.
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My Mother’s Shadow
PHOEBE Drip drip. My eyes jolt open as I am greeted by the tranquil pitter patter of rain outside my fogged window. It hasn't rained all summer in New York since I moved here. My mom and I found this three story apartment to sublet for summer. I guess the girl before didn’t think to mention the leak in the ceiling.
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Offerings
I was heading to work when the first goat arrived.
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A Bizarre Night
I do not normally believe in these things. But today, I am compelled to share this, my friend’s personal account of a bizarre night with you, hoping to elicit some answer of what might have happened to my friend.
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Annual ESA Short Story Competition!
Attention writers and UBC creatives! It’s that time of year when we host the ESA’s annual short story competition, back for its second year. Do you have a short story, sitting forlorn and alone in your google drive? Submit! Are you desperate for an excuse to procrastinate your homework by flexing your creative muscles? Write and submit!
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The Security Guard
I’ve seen him every monday, wednesday, friday this november
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Spaghetti
This was going to be a long-winded spaghetti metaphor.
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Rapture
i am forever chasing the next distraction
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Voting is now open!
Attention all ESA members, All short fiction submissions have been posted to the website. Now it is your time to vote on your favourite work! Please follow the link sent to you by email to make your vote so we can select our winners. If you did not receive an email, please contact either blog@ubcenglish.com or english.ubc@gmail.com so we can send it over again. Voting will conclude of February 14, 2022. Winners will be contacted on February 16 with information on how to collect their prizes shortly after. If you are a participant who notices an error in their post, then please contact Atticus at blog@ubcenglish.com.
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In the Midnight Hour
Billy raced down Augusta Avenue. He ducked under storefront awnings as small droplets of water began to fall from the sky. A large puff of smoke drifted in the air outside Bunner’s Bakeshop, cannabis and tobacco interlaced with the lingering scent of sugary baked goods. At the end of the block was a poetry jazz cafe called The Midnight Hour, easily identified by the large mural painted next to the entryway. The painting depicted a strange man who held one finger to his lips as though he was hushing onlookers. Billy stared into the eyes of the mural’s familiar face and winked. He pulled his baseball cap further down so…