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July 18th, 2013 | by Mallory Nezam
The fluorescent light bore down but had a way of beating off her skin like daylight. The way her son [&hellip
July 18th, 2013 | by Mallory Nezam
The fluorescent light bore down but had a way of beating off her skin like daylight. The way her son [&hellip
February 27th, 2013 | by Mallory Nezam
I stand at the edge where the water meets the shore, toes curled as the misty cold rolls in. My [&hellip
February 7th, 2013 | by Melanie Bell
“The old man spoke of her.” Lily’s fingers tugged at my sleeve. “Huh?” I blinked, clutching my World History textbook. [&hellip
December 13th, 2012 | by Mallory Nezam
Dinner always begins with the effortless tap on my door, followed by the monotone, “c’mon, Juh-sell.” I peek my head [&hellip
November 23rd, 2012 | by Mallory Nezam
For a while there was nothing, and then there was everything. Quick as lightning the wheat had come up, the [&hellip
October 18th, 2012 | by Mallory Nezam
The light filtered in in a dirty way. The windowsill was dusty and pale walls hugged light around the room [&hellip
July 8th, 2012 | by Alison Kjeldgaard
Sirens. Heavy footsteps thumped across wood floorboards over my head. I thought of that scene in The Birds when Tippi [&hellip
July 8th, 2012 | by Alison Kjeldgaard
The ocean sparkled in the noonday sun. Beatrice—plump, divorced—wore a polka dot one-piece. Her rump sank in the sand. A [&hellip