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Aleksandra Hill, Kanika Agrawal, and Rowan Morrison

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Out from Stelliform Press, 8/19

Sin Eater
T. M. Hurree

Where Secrets Lie
Cindy Phan

Joshua Tong
J. C. Changmore
M. E. Bronstein

“The Sunbird”
Iryna Iaroshenko

The Scumbling

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Edited by Rowan Morrison || Narrated by || Produced by Lian Xia Rose
Alcoholism, animal cruelty, animal death, blood, death and dying, mental illness, self-harm and suicide, violence
4800 words

These tough juvie kids are scared of everything—mice, roaches, ghosts. The mice don’t bother me. Never did. Same with the roaches. And the thing to know about ghosts is that they’re only here because somebody’s keeping them here. I don’t mean like with a Ouija board or any of that kids’ stuff. I mean literally someone is keeping that ghost around. Caring for it. Feeding it. Blowing on that last spark of life that keeps the dead from being all-the-way dead. They can hold on for a little while on their own, but not long. They need our help. Until they don’t.

• • •

I was eight when Mom died. Died most of the way. At first, our windy house on Lake Michigan was filled with people. People with lo mein casseroles and platters of fruit. People saying things like, “We’re your family now,” and “Your mother loved you very much.” 

They said things they thought I couldn’t hear, too. 

“You kinda always got the sense the art came first.” 

“Still, to lose a mother so young?” 

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J.C. Changmore is a pseudonym--the trenchcoat Connie Chang & James Blakemore throw on when they grow tired of being two people. They started writing speculative fiction together shortly before marrying, figuring that if writing together hadn't split them up, nothing would. Connie often draws on her experiences growing up in Michigan as a first generation Taiwanese-American to shape their stories--sometimes in terrifying ways. Outside of competitions, this is J.C. Changmore's debut publication. You can find them on Twitter at @Changmore_J or on their website at
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