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Photo Credit to Ana Karolina Pereira on Pexels The front seat of his car was dangerous and yet she found herself there more times than she could count. It was always reserved for her, not asked or offered, just expected. Someone trusted to drive her from school events and on grocery runs. That someone made sure the front seat was empty and available for her. Made sure she sat up front, the back seat was too cramped, too uncomfortable. Someone who needed her there within reach

SATIRE No one ever in the wildest dreams ever expects to be viewed as THAT person. The person who ends up experiencing such a tragic event that they are forever known by it. They are marked by the thing that happened to them, the thing that is so unspeakable, so… traumatic.  This is my story.  My daily walks are part of my special routine and it is something that I pride myself in; they're my way to decompress after a hard day crossing the road. My path is always the same fro

I let my anger get the best of me. Just like him. There are no words to describe being compared to someone your memories villainize. Though I knew my father beyond the anger, having one of your first memories of someone be something so traumatic doesn’t set a great tone, especially when you see them once a yNineteen. The last year of one's teens. The last chance to be a kid before the impending doom of your twenties begins to sink in. The age I am now and the age my father wa

Jade Dream Edwards-Figueroa. It's 24 letters, 25 characters that define who I am. Without a name I am simply just someone. I could be...

Silver dollar pancakes have nothing on you. Neither does this greasy spoon, In all its glory with that big gumball machine With its swirl

= It had been nearly four years since that evening in the kitchen. Time had not dulled the memory—it remained vivid, like heat trapped...

Contributing Writer Maria Jensen   Round and round and round I go,.  Where is a spot? Nobody knows!  From the library, to Dunham, to Cel...

“Check this out, Senni! I learned this during my time on the frontier.” My father wildly spun his obsidian blade, chopping into the...

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To humans, the sky is beautiful, endless and incomprehensibly vast.  By day, the sun reigns supreme, casting its divine light over all...

Kaylee Salazar Apr. 11 2014 Historical Fiction: There once was an old person who lived in ancient times and did old people things because...