It was hot in that dark room, as hot as the blazing sun that weaves itself underneath my skin so that it glows like the…
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I stand on the edge of an island that is not my own. Grey water meets grey sky and together they wade toward my palms.…
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It happened while I was getting a root canal.
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I slipped out of the helicopter into the vivid blue sky.
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A prose piece by Emily Nowels
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Moira Berg breathed in. Half-asleep. The air was a thin waft of mustard. There was a memory there, cloyingly attached to the smell. She had…
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The contents of my cup swirled and twisted, as I held a half empty bottle on the hot porch steps. I was alone, feeling the heat from the sun, the grill and boiling arguments. Every nerve in my body stressed itself and I felt my nerves about to burst. I pause all voluntary movement with the intention of revival.
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By Kristiina Korpus Everything was still. Only the occasional drifting, whispering wind across the open window told me of a world outside the sweet warmth…
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By Shaun Poust My home is drowning in the warm flood of a summer night—I am preserved in my room, at my desk. I can…
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