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Three at Literary Yard

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Literary Yard

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Stardust at Five Minute Lit

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Moving Objects in The Odd Magazine

Commitment at Lothlorien Poetry Journal

Lothlorien Poetry Journal: Commitment - Flash Fiction Story by Cheryl Snell:   Commitment Flash Fiction Story by Cheryl Snell At first, I just couldn’t. I mean I knew I was dead, technically. It had taken me a long ...

Lothlorien Poetry Journal: Commitment - Flash Fiction Story by Cheryl Snell

Lothlorien Poetry Journal: Commitment - Flash Fiction Story by Cheryl Snell:   Commitment Flash Fiction Story by Cheryl Snell At first, I just couldn’t. I mean I knew I was dead, technically. It had taken me a long ...

'Home' in Pure Slush, Marriage Anthology

HOME We came together from opposite ends of the world to meet in the middle. As in all romances, there was a chase. Ours revolved around geography: Boston, Cleveland, DC. Every time I’d leave a place, he’d arrive. Was I playing cosmic hard to get? Not possible. I didn’t know him in real life. So how did I recognize him when we finally did meet? All the women I’ve ever been embraced him instantly. He moved into my building, and into my cells, and we knotted our string made of time and distance. He is my house and I am his.

Home in Pure Slush, Marriage Anthology

Home We came together from opposite ends of the world to meet in the middle. As in all romances, there was a chase. Ours revolved around geography: Boston, Cleveland, DC. Every time I’d leave a place, he’d arrive. Was I playing cosmic hard to get? Not possible. I didn’t know him in real life. So how did I recognize him when we finally did meet? All the women I’ve ever been embraced him instantly. He moved into my building, and into my cells, and we knotted our string made of time and distance. He is my house and I am his.

Time Capsule

Poppy Road Review: Lightning Strike at Lafayette Square by Cheryl Snell

Poppy Road Review: Lightning Strike at Lafayette Square by Cheryl Snell: They argued for weeks about who would be the suicide and who would be the murderer. Neither could bear the thought of leaving the other alon...