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How Time Works

Haley Swanson

After my father toured what would become our neighborhood in Fairfax, California, he knocked on the nearest door and asked the man who answered if it was nice living there.
That man told me... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Neutral Masks

Eleanor Garran

We have to wear blank black clothes to mask class so our selves don’t intrude.
People with hair in their face must pin their hair off their face.
When you’re wearing black and have you... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Seeing

Mathina Calliope

I was still uncivilized. Among the Starbucks Wednesday morning commuters who awaited lattes while wearing ties, pencil skirts, and blowouts, I stood out. Air-dried hair frizzed from my head, baggy... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Attempt

Lucas Zuehl

A pale, blonde woman in pink scrubs first asks my name and birthday. She has an accent that sounds Scandinavian, and she looks past the tears in my eyes as I answer her questions. She leads me down... [+]

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Domino Beach

Marie Ivantechenko

The familiar scent of earl gray tea sends me back to my grandma’s living room. When I was in elementary school, I’d come over multiple times a week and we’d sit on her off-white couch drinking... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

One Close Call

Sophia Hua

It was after 10:30 at night. I was surrounded by towers of nondescript apartment complexes over 20 stories high, though the middle courtyard was graced with beautiful trees hiding maze-like... [+]

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America The Green

Sunny Lancaster

We drove south on York Road, passing the large brick house that always stole my attention. I peered past my mother’s arms and the steering wheel, to take another long, unblinking look. The... [+]