IN PREPARATION: DANCING FOR YOUR LIFE by Gail Hosking

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My mother turned twelve in Kountze, Texas where her father worked the nearby oilrigs, leaving his family for weeks at a time. Little did she know that this was a good preparation for living...

HOW TO TELL PEOPLE I AM WORDLESS WHEN I AM UNABLE TO SAY IT...

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People used to say I was special. It wasn’t so much that my personality set me apart, I was painfully shy and gave little of myself away. The “gift” I was told I had...

REMINISCING by Yvonne Blackwood

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Hazel breezes into town this balmy summer’s day, a day I never imagined would be her last visit and our last time together. She arrives in Toronto to spend time with her daughter, Pam,...

THE MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE by Nicholas Ponticello

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You’ve probably never heard of California Historical Landmark #864. That’s because you’ve probably never heard of the town in which it resides. The Gable Mansion sits on the corner of Cross and 1st Street...

AN INTERRUPTION IN TIME by Olga Katsovskiy

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An ambulance slowly drives past in silence. I am standing by the four-foot-tall Christmas tree by the window, looking past the snowflake decals taped on the cold glass. The ambulance comes with no sirens...

BRANCHES by Maddie Lindsay

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I remember my grandmother’s house in sepia. I don’t recall a rainy day here, let alone a wintery one. All I see are the two towering maples in the front yard that stand guard...

WHAT I REMEMBER OF THE DRAGON by Kaylin Moore

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At nine years old, I was Hermione Granger. That all-too-familiar feeling of adrenaline and fear always seemed to creep in at the most inopportune times, that beast. It made my tiny hands shake at family...

ABOUT A DREAM by Michelle Moore

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I grew up knowing I wanted to be an artist. When I was four, maybe five years old, I recall sitting on the living floor at my parents' feet and coloring in a Gumby and...

TREES IN US by Bryan Joseph Matillano

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TITLE: Human in Trees, Trees in Human What I like about native trees, sometimes, are the names themselves. Customarily, the names of places are derived from the indigenous trees that are locally found. Long before...

HIGH SCHOOL ANGST by Joshua Abel

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When I entered high school I had a full beard and a medical condition (a seizure disorder) that wasn't under control with medication. In junior high I was called Abraham Lincoln because of the...