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Brett Pribble

@brettpribble

Writer. Teacher. Founder and Editor-in-chief of Ghost Parachute literary journal. Inflatable flamingo supervisor. I knew a girl once.

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"The doctors couldn’t determine what was causing the thumping fluttering agony in my chest, the dread that haunted me and kept me awake nights."

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"The geists couldn’t be seen directly. Their influence quaint as a faucet turning itself on, a cleansing of antiquarian sins, perhaps. A book whose pages turn by itself."

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Excited my story "The Anglerfish Hears Dolly Parton" was published by Does It Have Pockets (Does It Have Pockets). doesithavepockets.com/fiction/brett-…

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"I once found a hole in the universe while wandering around my neighborhood after dark—dogs barking, couples huddled in their living rooms in harbors of television light, and me, finding a black hole in the hedges that led to the mind of God."

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"The thing in the gutter isn’t money, she sees that as soon as she scrapes the mud from it, but a sheriff’s badge—not a real one, of course, but real enough."

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"They are eating pasta with too much parmesan. They are waiting for the news. Waiting to see which direction their country will angle next. Right or left. They don’t have much hope, but they still have their appetites."

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"hey everybody’s doing it just let us shove this camera thingy down your throat don’t let your hands reach up to stop it to grab it..."

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"Under the club’s high-top table scarred with strangers’ initials and circles—like wedding rings—Brent knocks a shoe against my foot, and I shift away."

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"The last item in the truck was a chair. Enormous. Ugly. Uncomfortable. A relic of his previous relationship I’d asked him to leave behind."

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"They thought cancer, or maybe he accidentally ingested raccoon shit or inhaled mouse droppings, and you wouldn’t believe the kind of crap that can kill you out here even in strip mall country."

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"You covered the walls of our home with photographs of x-rayed flowers because you believed the images were the closest humans ever got to capturing ghosts on film."

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"When hunger gnaws at Kima, the dermoid gnaws back until she has no appetite at all. Since her last gyno exam, it has amassed germ cells, their weight warping the balance of her insides."

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"If my name were a color instead of this dull word, it would be red, the red of my mother’s favorite lipstick, tucked into the flashy gold tube bought special at Mott’s Drugstore downtown..."

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"The dusty cup sat on the kitchen shelf, covered with cobwebs, in my childhood home in Santa Cruz, which was up for sale."

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"Behind Julie’s mother, a red and white striped tablecloth fluttered. Weighed down. By pyramids. Pyramids of hot dogs."

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"The curtains are sheer so that the traffic on the street outside can still be seen moving past his window, alternating lanes right to left, left to right, but as indistinct forms through the filter of the saffron stratosphere of his world."

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"Marty’s werewolf skin was seen as more of a collective blessing than an ancient curse to many across the state of Idaho."