We'd been in line for two hours already. The number of people waiting reminds me of the lines you'd see in SoHo for a newly opened bar, except we are outside a hospital clinic and everyone wears the
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It was a long time ago when a young wife and her husband moved into a quiet neighborhood that was on the edge of a small town. Everything was new to her. A fresh smell of new beginnings. Every
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I rushed down the street to our apartment, butterflies thrumming in my stomach. Pictures of our new home's skyline would finally hold meaning, her laughter would reverberate off the walls of a quaint
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MCE stretches endlessly before me, and somewhere between the rushing traffic and Marina Bay's glittering towers, my kopi-C grows cold.The sun bleeds orange into the water the same colors that seem to
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She shows up on his campus exactly one week after he tells her, hushed despite the fact that no one's around and they're on a phone call, that he's been thinking about killing himself. That he doesn't
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"The All Inn is the only all-in-one inn for one and all! You can find it all in the all inn! Let's get you checked in!"
Myles waved politely back at the concierge behind the counter. It
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Hallow Creek lies before me, my hometown wearing a stranger's weather. Water licks my ankles. A black owl drops onto a lamppost and clicks its beak. "My name is Lancelot. You don't belong here," it
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Let's get one thing straight, okay? I didn't expect working for supervillains to be glamorous. I didn't expect it to be pleasant. Hell, if we're being honest? I expected it to be awful. To be
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"How does it feel, fighting for a cause painted in rose and rot?"
Days have passed since my battle with the self-proclaimed God of War in prison, yet his words won't leave me. They tattooed
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I've had a dream of moving out for three years. It started as just a wish—I looked at my eyes in the mirror and told the man looking back that I was going to leave this place and never look back
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A couple of weeks before her junior year at the Metropolis Institute of Art and Design in New York City, Veronica savors her last days of summer at home in Sonoma, California. The city's verdant
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Rhonda pressed her feet into her potato gently, curling them against the warmth. It wasn't just any potato—it was a just-baked daily potato, round and sunny and perfectly plump. Rhonda needed the
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I've watched a million lives come and pass me by, never stopping to see me. Never stopping to jump in my own hands. Not without running through the seams of each finger. I won't look out the window
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Brandon and Jake had the best costumes in the neighborhood. So when they got to Mr. Albers front porch, they were giddy with excitement.
Mr. Albers was known for stocking up on king-sized candy bars
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When the butterfly egg settled upon the underside of a milkweed leaf, the winds across the North American prairies still carried the lingering chill of Canada. I could almost smell the scent of pine
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In a weathered five-story apartment between skyscrapers, a dim light seeped through the faded curtains.
The wailing of sirens and the hum of the city filled the morning air.
The old woman leaned on
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Completeness. The satisfying feeling of fullness that ironically seeks further wholeness as if it was never satisfied at all. Complete sets are perfect sets. Missing pieces are a grave sin. You
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