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CLOSED SUBMISSIONS

The Washington Pastime will be closed to new submissions for the coming months. This is in an effort to allow our staff to sort through the enormous amount of submissions in que. We will do our best to review all

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Posted in 2013, News

The Irishman, by Christian Thompson

the irishman

I. The sun was sitting low and the fat little guard up the front hid under a hat as the chain-gang worked toward him. Dark sweat patches spread out from his pits and every now and then he fanned his

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Literary

Getting Great, by Mike Vidafar

Getting Great

Now that May, which was the month of Gatsby, has died down, I feel like it’s time for a different sort of discussion. May was positively filled with articles discussing Gatsby, and rightly so. The discussions were dis-jointed: some focused

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Posted in 2013, Non-Fiction, Op-Ed

Swaddling, by Nicole Rogers

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The hat was lucky, of that I was sure. For starters, it had been rediscovered. Two days after my grandmother’s funeral, right there in the attic, tucked away in some forgotten box. All those years wasted slumbering away, yet when

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Mystery

The Incident with the Brick, by Catherine Crown

Brick

I am an only child. My mother almost died having me. I’m glad she didn’t, though, because I have no idea how it would be at home with nothing besides the one word conversations between me and my dad. “Morning,”

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Literary

Rest Here, by J.S. Watts

RestHere

The ancient church was large and gloomy, abnormally so in both cases. Working here was going to require additional lighting. The rich stained-glass light from the few high level windows only added to the density of the air squatting thickly

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Horror

The Ride, by Dave Cushing

TheRide

“Barry, you got a pick up at 396 Madison. Apartment 3.” “Got it. Be there in five.” I dropped the mic on the front seat of my cab and pulled out of the mall parking lot. A call at 2:00

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Literary

Mustafa’s Plight, by Hollis Whitlock

MustafasPlight

Mustafa and Sangoma walked to a dirt road that led to the airport. Mustafa kneeled and ran his hand along the cracked soil of the African safari. Dust dissipated through his dark fingers, as he peered above the reddening horizon

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Literary

Perspective, by Jack Noble

Perspective

Cameron and I stand on the roof of my building and admire the city lights from thirty stories high. I take a gulp from my can, and breathe a contented sigh. Cameron looks at me. “What are you smiling at?”

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Posted in 2013, Fiction, Science Fiction

The Cobbler, by Brian Smith

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On the days just before and right after the funerals, friends and church people had brought food over, and we all just ate when the mood struck us, whenever that might be, and no one thought about how many plates

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Posted in 2013, Contests, Fiction, Literary
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