incident report
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incident report by Luke Adams   it’s a cold language with short sentences and clear messaging but death is like that it gets the message across

Do Not Go Down Clover Creek Road
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Do Not Go Down Clover Creek Road by Juliana Vaccaro de Souza   Because his hair is red. Or maybe it’s brown. But you’re riding your bike so fast down the road that all you see is a blur of … Read More

My Longest Relationship
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My Longest Relationship by Karena Landler & Danielle Devillier   You were there When I woke in the morning; When I was so sure That you would go.   I remember you Sweeter than you are, Pure honey on my … Read More

On the Corner of 16th and Envy
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On the Corner of 16th and Envy by Myiah Smith   16TH street envy. Wish it was me. Ward 7 is where I live, Wish it was Ward 3. That grass sure is green. My side of the city consist … Read More

Lady and the Tramp
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Lady and the Tramp by Sasha Jovanovski              Daniel and Adelaide. Daniel and Lady. Daniel, always Daniel—he’d gnash his teeth if you called him Dan. Lady was nicer to him than anyone, but who knows … Read More

CryptidMatch
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CryptidMatch by M.C. Gayoso   To: Member #1808 From: CryptidMatch   Dearest CryptidMatch Member,   If you are reading this, congratulations, your relationship is considered a success. Based on a sophisticated algorithm years in the making, our expert matchmakers determined … Read More

Carbon
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Carbon by Emily Arnold   In a world of falling ash, I ask you to cover your left arm with the remains of a tree. carbon forms marching off into the night a mission of long-forgotten starlight stored away in … Read More

To play in the yard in Oświęcim
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To play in the yard in Oświęcim by Andrew Sedlack   Do not let the mud-room door slam; Do not watch the barrack-board walls around it rattle in the aftermath; Do not notice the obvious spots of woodfill where the … Read More

How To Make Friends
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How To Make Friends by Regina Andreoni   In kindergarten, I was such a loud kid that the deaf boy could hear me talk. This kid came up to me beaming like a broken streetlamp that learned how to flicker. … Read More

Blue Memory
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Blue Memory by Christopher Stein   They laid me in a tumble of stones on a hill shrieking every morning with the rush of the air through the rocks, and it was a hundred years before my brittle bones, yellow … Read More

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