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Fangirls/Survivors - Lexi Clidienst
When allegations of sexual harassment and assault against pop punk band All Time Low started cropping up on social media in October of...
Dec 11, 20225 min read


The Zoo - Jean Gismervik
“What are we going to do about the crocodiles?” Elseid’s bluntness was often unnecessary, but this time he was not wrong in his...
Dec 9, 202211 min read


Mosquito - Chaya Chudasama
Marleigh had fruit punch blood and all the boys wanted a sip. She said she would sell them used tampons starting on the seventeenth, and...
Dec 7, 20223 min read


Shooter's Island - Erin Swasey
In the winter, we spoke about dogs that could save my life and ghosts in a summer home your soul never truly left. You knew the world the...
Nov 26, 20223 min read


The person behind the counter - Swetha Amit
The grocery shop is packed with treasures and I spy on the box of goodies on the counter next to you they look delicious and tempting...
Nov 24, 20221 min read


A Question to the Tea Leaves - Ruth Towne
In the teacup, only a teaspoon of liquid remains, almost room temperature now. My left hand lifts the cup, my eyelids drop for a moment....
Nov 22, 20221 min read


I Was Eight When We Met - Paula Praeger
One-hundredth birthday balloon suspended over her throne at her daughter’s dining room table laden with eats. Centenarian reigns. Talk,...
Nov 20, 20221 min read


A decade to press delete - Madhu Arora
There is a number saved in my phone contacts, under the name “My Life”. I first saved it over a decade ago and have carefully copied it...
Nov 18, 20224 min read


I am a contested territory - Julie Benesh
Was she pretty, poor, ugly, rich? Hard- working or lucky? Her 7s look like boarding school in Switzerland, but her...
Nov 16, 20221 min read


Signs - Laura Daniels
The last thing I remember as my eight-year-old head hit the pillow was that we had to move. The landlord sold our home, and the new owner...
Nov 14, 20222 min read


Pilgrim’s Compass - Barry Casey
I wanted to be ten when I was eight, I wanted to be eighteen. I wanted more when I was young. I craved a mind which opened naturally to...
Nov 12, 20221 min read


Le Laurier Rose - Cathleen Davies
Something was amiss. The rings were gold in colour, but that was where all resemblance ended. The so-called diamonds hung, heavy and dull...
Nov 10, 202211 min read
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