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Poetry
Poetry
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I am in / the laboratory / with my hands / pulsing / under nitrile sky / I swipe / my tongue over /
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Short Fiction
3 min
Night Time Run
Glacier's purple spotted tongue, common to the Malamute Breed, displayed a joyousness that few humans dare to dream of.
But in this moment I dared. We were a team after all. And like a team ... [+]
But in this moment I dared. We were a team after all. And like a team ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
5 min
My Coming of Age Album
When my best friend and I reminisce on the iconic “Mitchell family vacations,” our annual trip down the shore, the most compelling memory is the car ride there. Along with the sweltering heat and lack
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Short Fiction
5 min
The Friend from the Stars
Huff and puff went Abe, his short legs brough him across the wide grass plain. He held his favored toy truck in both of his hands.
“Hello!” He shouted into the trees. “I’m back!” His eyes darted ... [+]
“Hello!” He shouted into the trees. “I’m back!” His eyes darted ... [+]
Short Fiction
3 min
Sertraline
When I was six, a seed took root in my body. Though small, it had a profound effect. I was young and naïve, and this new part of me was like a new toy for me to break in. I fed it, watered it and gave
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Short Fiction
5 min
The Red Dress
Memory is a tricky thing. It could be altered too easily, Arthur thought. But maybe that was just because he was particularly good at tripping people up, getting them to confuse real events with ones
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Poetry
1 min
Oasis
Poetry
1 min
Gen Z's Strange Fruit
We grew up glued to grains. Chipped pixels depicting clips and pictures. Last minutes of the latest
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Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Gemma's Hair
Gemma’s Hair
In sixth-grade, Gemma’s assigned seat was next to mine. My only knowledge of Gemma was that:
1. she played the youngest von Trapp child in our school’s production of The Sound ... [+]
In sixth-grade, Gemma’s assigned seat was next to mine. My only knowledge of Gemma was that:
1. she played the youngest von Trapp child in our school’s production of The Sound ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
I Want
Short Fiction
5 min
He Who Last Saw Raphael
He was mine and mine alone, Dorian thought to himself. The "Portrait of a Young Man" and me. The man in the painting adorned a black beret, dark hair, and an opulent fur coat. Not so bad looking for a
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Short Fiction
2 min
The World From Above
**An Angel’s Perspective on the Pandemic**
For centuries I watched the world mourn over their loved ones. I go to the hospitals and visit bedsides. Every night, I sit with the widows and the ... [+]
For centuries I watched the world mourn over their loved ones. I go to the hospitals and visit bedsides. Every night, I sit with the widows and the ... [+]
Short Fiction
4 min
One Last Time
I don’t like to think of myself as a bad person; just someone who has made awful decisions. Someone who has had rotten luck for a long time. For years, I’ve been confined in a room with no people
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