The tiny rowboat rocks gently beneath my feet as I sit on the tiny bench, staring out over the vast ocean that stretches out around me in all directions. The moon is steadily rising over the horizon ... [+]
Except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan, the flat was silent. Siti was sitting near the window with the tablet lighting up dimly on her lap and her hand resting on the walker. Her fingers shook as ... [+]
The silhouettes on the street gathered and collided beneath the relentless rain. The raindrops blurred the scene, making the figures indistinguishable. Yet, I recognized her. Her hair still held ... [+]
She's going to write a book on how to beat procrastination. No more will she be the woman sitting at her dining room table begging to any universal being that might be listening to ... [+]
Sometimes I think the crash never really happened.
Maybe it was us who crashed, our minds, our dreams, our small unfinished selves, straight into the system that promised to remember everything.
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Nayeli Clutching the steering wheel with white knuckles, Nayeli tried to steady their shaking breath. Despite their best efforts at self-soothing, the levitating objects behind them refused to drop ... [+]
"How did you know the deceased?" asked the imam.
All the men, lined up as neatly as a regiment of soldiers, responded in unison, their voices loud and unwavering:
"Good!"
As if they had sealed a
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An endless stream of tears bombarded my already scarlet cheeks, slowly creeping down my neck and accumulating on my charcoal shirt to expose a darker shade. The fragile hands of my seventeen-year-old ... [+]
I was never one to be found in crowds, always reaching for someone else, crouching small and unnoticed by the gazes and the rise in voices of friends calling out to one another. I always had someone ... [+]
Minnie was a smart, good girl.
When Minnie was two years old, her doctor diagnosed her with autism. She would never be a regular kid after that. Which meant, as she grew older in school, Minnie
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They're going to find us. I hear them coming, though I can't see them. I thought we had lost them-but they're still there. Closer. Every step, closer. I hear their voices, the scrape of their shoes ... [+]
he bent over backwards.
If other lovers went the extra mile, he ran. Across the stone pavement where their lovenest was erected, he tumbled around and landed perfectly on both feet. When he
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Rain slaps against the windows, pounding. Thunder strikes, and I cower. Stomach churning, my heart palpitating. They're leaving today. After months of packing and boxing up their belongings, they ... [+]
This morning was full of optimism; the air smelled exactly how it does deep in Kiambu, transporting me to my room on the upper floor, opening the windows around 10:00 a.m., the second-last one to ... [+]
When the government announced they would disband the Journalistic Freedom Association, Evelyn decided to fight back. She had seen how the regime had spread disinformation and fake news to influence ... [+]
