Fiction/Creative Writing

She Lives Close to the Bones

by Jane Devin on 02/11/2011

You know me. I’m the one with a collection of mismatched suitcases and a collection of keys belonging to nothing I own. I’ve given away or lost so many things yet I still feel restless, as if there’s something I forgot to take leave of along the way — something that might be taken away [...]

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The Nemisis

by Jane Devin on 08/10/2009

On a narrow bed, she would awaken paralyzed, lying on her stomach with her arms wedged beneath her. The coiled snake would be on her pillow, inches from her face, its eyes staring into her own. She knew she could not move then, even to blink, and that she had to take the shallowest of [...]

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The Elephant Woman

by Jane Devin on 04/01/2009

Although it takes a very long time, eventually the Elephant Girl grows old . . . ‡ 1. Beyond the Crowd, Into the Fog, the Fragment of a Child’s Heart The air is littered with a thousand distractions, and the ground beneath her trembles from the weight of the crowd. The dissonant hum of voices [...]

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Mila, 17

by Jane Devin on 03/05/2009

Dr. X is pretty in a very clean looking way. Her brown skin glows with a copper tint. She has long, shiny cornrows tied back with a sky blue ribbon, perfect teeth, and slender, feminine hands. My mottled genes roil as I sit on the other side of her desk. I can feel my mother’s [...]

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The Winston Woman

by Jane Devin on 02/24/2009

I saw her standing in the checkout line the other day. She was wearing a black leather jacket, and the pair of Vuarnet’s I’d given her for her 35th birthday. Her dark hair was messy, and there was an air of do-not-care about her as she waited her turn with a container of yogurt, a [...]

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The Problem With You Is. . .

by Jane Devin on 11/23/2008

You know what the problem with you is?  You think too much, you’ve got your head in the clouds, you need to come down to earth.  You’re too literal, too much a dreamer, you make poor choices, you’re not as smart as you think you are.  You never learn, when will you ever learn?  You [...]

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