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    LOLITA’S GLASSES By Carrie Bailey

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    LOLITA’S GLASSESBy Carrie Bailey I’ve read the novel, Lolita at least three full times. The first of which, and I’m no longer afraid to admit this, 30 years after the fact,...

    THE GOLD CHAIR By Rebecca Johnson

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    THE GOLD CHAIRBy Rebecca Johnson  It was The Gold Chair that turned everything upside down. It was not an ornate kind of chair. It was not made for Medieval...

    BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White

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    BOOK COLLECTING AS A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE By Fred White  “Welcome to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, Daniel. . . . Every book, every volume you seehere,...

    UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE By Jonathan McRay

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    UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREEBy Jonathan McRay  ABU SHADI SITS in his plastic chair like a king at his castle. But he does not reign over subjects like a monarch....

    HUNGER PANGS IN AN AMERICAN HOME By Danielle Richardson

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    HUNGER PANGS IN AN AMERICAN HOMEBy Danielle Richardson I am not a part of his American dream.I watch as my father presses another burger to the grill, the smell...

    THE CUT DOWN By Dalton Bryan Monk

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    THE CUT DOWNBy Dalton Bryan Monk Duane Bryan Monk has no idea I’ve written this, and I intend to keep it that way. I wasn’t told that I had to...

    TRAINS by Donna Stramella

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    TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we...

    VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTH By Sarah A. Odishoo

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    A VIRTUAL PLAYGROUND: PLANET EARTHBy Sarah Odishoo It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God but to create him.                                                                                                                 —Arthur C. Clarke

    FIRST CLASS by Vern Fein

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    FIRST CLASSBy Vern Fein    Later I would be chosen as the first Rhetoric teacher to be awarded an Honors Seminar. Earlier I had substitute taught about one of my favorite topics—The Theater of...

    IDENTITY CARD By Kate McCorkle

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    IDENTITY CARDBy Kate McCorkle On another cloudless September morning of perfect, temperate weather, Jason and I, both twenty-four, drove the canvas-top Jeep to Fort Campbell to have our wills...