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I Am Special

Jaden·February 25, 2022

I Am Special written by: Jaden Price I am Autistic and Special I wonder if there could...

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Divergent

David Gray-Hammond·December 9, 2020

Divergent written by: David Gray-Hammond @emgntdivergence I feel the places where my bones join together, Two arms,...

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Much More Than Rain Man

Alex Andy Phuong·January 24, 2020

Much More Than Rain Man written by: Alex Andy Phuong Rain Man won “Best Picture” Dustin Hoffman...

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Dust

Sandy Rochelle·January 9, 2020

Dust written by: Sandy Rochelle As the boat small but brave drives me to you in the...

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Love Me

Sandy Rochelle·July 23, 2019

Love Me written by: Sandy Rochelle Love me without question or apprehension. Do not doubt or question...

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Justin, An Autistic Boy

Daginne Aignend·October 6, 2017

Justin, an autistic boy written by: Daginne Aignend He’s fascinated by dogs, knows every race, all the...

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Telling The Truth, For Once

devereaux frazier·June 6, 2017

Telling The Truth, For Once written by: devereaux frazier @marylandpoet People say my end game used to...

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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Autism

I Am Special

Divergent

Much More Than Rain Man

Dust

Love Me

Justin, An Autistic Boy

Telling The Truth, For Once

To Grandmother’s House

The Visit

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

Naughty Or Nice

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Box or an Urn

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