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Tulips
By Jordan Muscal, 17, Texas INT. GROCERY STORE, MORNING The automatic doors of a grocery store open. The AC buzzes loudly. Through the speakers, a country radio station blasts. A…
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Her Skirt (a trio of vignettes)
A bit of pink. A bit of tulle. A bit of floof. I grab the fabric as it poofs up from the yellow cover of the bouncy bed.
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Mirror of the Pond
The heavy weights on my eyelids drag them back down in their places as I try to rise from slumber. Time for a productive day.
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Phantom
Sitting before the closet, she bent down to take off her shoes. Glancing at the dark void between the two doors, she saw it. Black smoke darker than the night…
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The Summer Evening
My earliest memory is but a blur. Fragmented parts of a scene. There are people, but their features are hazy. There are places and things, but they dance on the…
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I Attempt to Explain
I’m running through my shortening list of excuses, trying to reason my way out of the gaping hole somewhere inside the unmapped chambers of my heart. With your biology pragmatism,…
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How I Lost My Mom
By Hannah Sterkel, 18, Missouri Creeping into my parents’ bedroom, I stand on my tiptoes to peer over the bed at them. My mom is holding the biggest teddy bear…
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Grilled Cheese
“If you have any extra grilled cheese after everyone has gone through the line, please let me know. They’re my favorite,” I told Gina, the head lunch lady at the…
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Living or Dead
I will never understand why Lilly continued surrounding herself by people that would hurt her. Maybe she wanted our parents to notice her, only her.
