By Chelsea Laine Wells

Chelsea Laine Wells is a graduate of the Columbia College of Chicago fiction department whose work has appeared in PANK, Bluestem, wigleaf, Evergreen, and the short fiction anthology Nouns of Assemblage. Honors include first place in the Columbia Scholastic Press Association Awards for Traditional Fiction, a nomination for a Pushcart Prize as well as Best of the Net, and first place in the Guild Complex Literary Awards for fiction. She is the fiction editor for Hypertext Magazine. Currently she lives with her husband and daughter in the Oak Cliff area of Dallas, TX and is a high school librarian who, among other great things, leads a stone-cold pack of weirdos in a kick ass student writers' club.

  1. One time you took food from my mouth and you didn't want to but you did it because it was my tongue. That's what I think about. You liked me first because of that one day when Mr. Donovan asked me what I thought about some story I hadn't read and I said it was wicked proper and when he asked me to elaborate I said it was wicked fucking proper and got sent to ISS for the rest…

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