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Interview with Mr. Freddy Hindley
Lorelei Ricci’s first impression of the murderer across from her was Christ, he got fucked up. The giant, red-haired man was handcuffed to his metal chair, staring blankly across the interview table. His face was covered in dark, purple bruises, and his nose was horribly crooked. Looking closer, Lorelei thought she could see the start of a black eye. She wondered if, during their struggle, the victims had inflicted these wounds on him in self-defense. To say that Lorelei
Maggie Levins
Nov 308 min read
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Cowboy Hustle
“Fan, fan, fan,” she tells you; you watch her feet carefully. “Then point, point, tap, tap.” Her boots hit the ground with a satisfying click. Your dirty tennis shoes squeak. “A little quicker. Next is point, tap.” You are practicing in the hallway to the bathrooms, someone walks by, and you stop. Your eyes stay locked on the floor. “Point, tap,” she repeats, unfazed by the man who looks at you, confused. You do what she says. “Step.” You try to remember why you agreed to t
Abigail Lebowitz
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(Author) and the Fish
In 2020, at the height of isolation, my days were spent in my bedroom, on my laptop, alone. In the morning and through the afternoon, I had school: a time when my teachers would greet us as best they could, staring at their computer cameras. The more “classes” we had, the more we could see the despair, hopelessness in their eyes, but no student was brave enough to make their face or voice known—what was the point?—our meetings remained silent as ever. Between meetings, I’d
Laura Wong
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Bright Ocean Sun
Through the persistent rain of Washington State, the Sun shines bright on the Salish Sea. Cormorants move silently through the air, while gulls laugh and dive under the chilled cover of water. Ferries bus commuters and sightseers along the evergreen coast. A small section just off of the unfathomable expanse of the Pacific Ocean, these waters house seals, salmon, and majesty. Underneath the shroud of liquid, large shadows speed by, choosing when they want to be seen—when they
Alexa DoVale
Nov 307 min read
The Man In The Gallery
Szentendre was supposed to be a quiet stop—a charming detour on a long study abroad trip through Central Europe. Sometimes, it’s not the grand landmarks or centuries-old churches that leave their mark. Sometimes it’s something smaller: a flicker of connection, a conversation you didn’t see coming. That moment found me on a crisp winter afternoon, the sky a soft, gray canvas overhead, my breath curling in the cold air as I wandered just a little slower than the rest of the gro
Triniti W. Brown
Nov 309 min read
The Forgotten Geniuses of Society
The year was 2003. August 30th, to be precise. The time was roughly approaching 6:00 in the morning. After facing three excruciating...
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How To Find Yourself During the End of the World
Ever since I can remember, I have always been a reader. Although I was apparently reluctant to actually learn how to read, once I did,...
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Riverview
The third floor is where they would place their healthiest residents, and that was where my grand-mother, my mother’s mother, lived when...
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