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Memory Sands

Sam Mu.

I woke up from an untroubled sleep and remembered nothing.***Some days I envy Gregor Samsa. He woke up from a troubled sleep and found himself transformed into a giant insect; but at least Kafka let ... [+]

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Even Niagara Falls Ran Dry

Sam Pr.

I imagined diving under all that churning water to look for coins from faraway countries. My feet would be glued to the ground carrying the weight of one of those old-timey, metal spaceman-looking ... [+]

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She Don't Fade

Die Bo.

There's a ghost in my house. I hear her singing. A little girl. Why is it always a little girl? The light through the window is barely enough to see by, but the sky outside is very pale. Clouds slide ... [+]

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My Father Was A Doctor

Juan Ro.

My father was a doctor. We never got the doctoring bug. He never spoke to us about medicine. Instead, he took us on road trips and taught us to play catch, even me. When we were little, he would read ... [+]

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My Friend Matty

FC Pi.

My friend Matty believed he could fly. "I have the cape and everything," he told me one afternoon. We were playing knights and dragons in his backyard when he pointed to the roof. "You want to try?"I ... [+]

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She Danced

Rachel Ca.

She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren't welcome, she ... [+]

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Tomorrow

Joshua Sh.

"Want a ride down?" Jorge asked. "I'm gonna walk, get some air." "How do you think Eddie's gonna act?" Jorge asked. "Won't be here to see." "Don't you think it could be a bit..." "Jorge, how do you ... [+]

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Comfort

Zachary Ke.

The kitten-shaped egg timer on the corner of the mattress beeps and they switch positions. Now she is cradling him. His head rests on her slender left arm; her right arm she drapes around his waist ... [+]

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There Is No One Backstage

Travis Wa.

Henry Miller is waiting for his cue to go on stage. He is about to become Aiden Bennington, a condescending trust-fund brat. But before that, there is a moment in which he is neither himself, nor an ... [+]

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Laura's Reflection

Simone Ma.

Laura balanced on a stool beneath the skylight, the sun's warm pressure on her back. "Am I okay?" she asked her father. "You'll do." He winked at her over the easel.Downstairs, the front doo ... [+]