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PETER STENSON: FICTION

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PETER STENSON: FICTION

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PETER STENSON: FICTION

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PETER STENSON received his MFA from Colorado State University in 2012. His first novel, Fiend, was an Amazon Best Book of the Month for July 2013. His sophomore novel, Thirty-Seven, will be published by Dzanc Books in February 2018. His stories and essays have been published in The Bellevue Literary Review, The Greensboro Review, Confrontation, Blue Mesa Review, and elsewhere. He lives with his wife and family in Denver, Colorado.

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SAMPLE FROM THIRTY-SEVEN

One always said sickness bears Honesty. I’m not sure if I agree with him. Sometimes I think sickness bears more sickness.

This story isn’t about Dr. James Shepard, whom I knew as One.

I wasn’t given a name at birth. I was given one three weeks later when I was adopted. It’s Mason Hues. You haven’t heard of me. For a year, I went by Thirty-Seven. Sometimes I think numbers are a better representation of our true selves because they denote the order in which we arrived.

One always said survivors were the only people worthy of living. He said that a person is a prisoner to the idea of betterment until he cannot see a single thing left worth living for. He said that nobody is grateful when he’s enslaved to the entitled notion of things improving.

I’m eighteen years old. This number is perhaps more important than anything else. It means I’m now a man, now able to die for this country. It means my record is now sealed, any crimes expunged. It means had I been eighteen thirty months ago, I would more than likely be doing life like the rest of my family.

One always said that if somebody tells you a story isn’t about something, it sure as hell is.