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Jumping Fences
Fruit Basket Part II, Jordan Sommer Five white, shiny, naked behinds streaked from the barbed wire fence where their clothes hung to the murky tank fifty feet away. The light from the moon made the dingy water seem smooth and glassy. It was a nearly perfectly rounded body of water surrounded by a soft…
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Hourglass
Lettuce Hug, Christina Guzman Burt Landers was an old curmudgeon who lived in a run down, Victorian style home, in the middle of a crowded, run down, urban neighborhood. He was born a cranky old man, a trait made worse from aging. I swear his first word must have been “GetoffmylawnYAHdamnkids!” I should know…
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Wings
Girlhood, Adira Bennett [Trigger Warning: Depictions of child neglect, self harm, and mental illness] 1 When I was a little girl, I had wings. I asked for them one day when we were in the dollar store. Mom already had a bunch of stuff in the cart, things we needed and things we probably didn’t. I…
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Trigger Warning
Untitled, Zachary Vaughn [Trigger Warning: Depictions of mental illness] “Are you dead?” My best friend is bitter. She has become my masked enemy. When I wake up and decide today is a good day to plug my phone in, it immediately vibrates with messages that don’t give warning. Her texts are bombs and they chip at…
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Onward to Florence
Baptism, Mia Silvan-Grau There is no dignified way to walk through a green plastic kiddie pool filled with 11.2 gallons of room temperature tartar sauce. The first issue, of course, is the high viscosity of the material, which promises to plunge into its depths any traveler who does not restrict their gait to…