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EQUALITY BEFORE WOMEN EMPOWERMENT by Sanchita Das

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I analyzed from my point of view to the best of my ability…… Has anyone ever measured the depth of a vase before embossing it with an aesthetic floral art?No, certainly not! Likewise, women’s empowerment...

THE ASHUWILLTICOOK TRAIL, THE OLD MAN’S LAST RIDE by Wayne Bizer

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The Ashuwillticook Trail, The Old Man’s Last Ride By Wayne Bizer As he removed his bike from the trunk of his car, the old man thought everything must come to an end. Like him, the bike...

OLD SCHOOL DISCIPLINE by Abbiba Princewill

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The first time I experienced depression was around the summer of my first year at University. It was a time when the world should have been painted in vibrant hues, bursting with life and...

THE CLIMB by Bao Lu

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He was battered, broken, and bruised. He had slipped and fallen several feet down, if it wasn’t for his safety harness, he would have been dead. “Get up,” said the dove buzzing by his ear....

WINGS OF DESPERATION by Tristin Mendoza

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The bird of prey swooped down and landed on a branch across the street. Its beak flashing to the side as it looked straight at me, waiting. “You persistent little bugger,” I said. My eyes...

MY BROTHER’S KEEPER by Jah’ Varis Dukes

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My Brother’s Keeper             “What did you do? Turn my brother back into his human form,” Kyrie demanded the witch. “Kyrie? That is your name correct?” asked the witch.             Kyrie nods his head. Struggling to focus...

BREAK THE SILENCE by Anastasia Jordan

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Phony was on the ugly side than the others in the litter at the yard sale. Every pup was taken, but her. She yelped disparately at every person that went by the deep box...

MEET CUTE by Marquise Smith

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I hated summer. The permeating stench of burning cigarettes, porous sweat and cough-inducing car fumes made my head swim and sway with a mixture of nausea and annoyance. I didn’t know why I left...

SPIN CYCLES by Kira Morris

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Quarters sometimes feel like they were wedged between old movie theater seats– rusted, dirty, and smelling vaguely like a darkening room. Maybe it was because I was a cashier for a department store, but...

FREE SAMPLES by Olake Muhammad

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The grey tray dropped to the ground. “I’m going to have to grab more samples. Where did this line of people come from?” Candance whispered to herself. The crowd backed away from Candance as...