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by Clare McTighe The rolled, fraying paper barely fit into the bottle. A thin layer of morning fog covered glass water like a blanket, so still, that for a moment I thought it would shatter. The sun, just waking up,
by English Laserna Dawn—in his hand a notebook— he tip-toes past the baby’s room, all still. On a hook by the door a cap, bright white, banded stripe across the front. He packs bottles empty into the truck in the
by Tess Abedon What is the other me like? Last time we met was only in my head. You took chances, unlike me, On your bucket list there will be things like, jumping off a building. Mine, seeing a spider
by Alex Peeples Picture this; a man strapped to a cross in biblical times, but he is not who you think he is. He is actually a British comedian named Eric Idle, singing among a chorus of men sharing the
by Anna Kalik Just after the last cobblestone step there is a lake of cornflower blue. At night though, it looks more navy and resembles the Milky Way if it were to be in my backyard. It glistens in any
by Maddie DePuy I When I was young, before the world turned grey, childhood’s blessings burst all around me. Its flowery blooms of innocence protected me. The shade of stems concealed me from hurt of the outside world, and I
by Glenys Morton They said I was just supposed to uncork my flame, and fly, shot across the sky in a blazing trail of light dimming the stars. A firm grimace tightens around them as they wait for my return.
By Rachel Lechler I told my dad I was going to write a story about all the fun times we have in the car, since we spend so much time driving. When I asked him how I should start it,
by Courtney Carrick In a Sonic parking lot, next to a broken down Chevy, a song once asked me where’s my mind, and I realized I don’t know. But, oh Lord, if You would help me find it, I would