Monthly Archive: August, 2015

Last Flame by Tina Ziobro

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She lit them when liquor said so. When Ricky left you, that’s what she did. She went for the lighter. It wasn’t until three weeks later that the house was stained with the… Continue reading

Call it Love by Gregorio Osha

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Call it Love I eventually unplugged the phone. I could no longer explain to people why I stayed. I really didn’t know, myself. How could I explain that I had destroyed someone’s life,… Continue reading

Human Beings by Claudia Serino

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As human beings, we tend to associate ourselves with everything we see. When a young child stares at the cover of Vanity Fair, a model dripping in high fashion, they don’t see “art”,… Continue reading

A Tribute to Issy by Anastasia Momoth

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They would find us on the steps that led to the IT room. No one went there so it was always me and you. No, You and I. Our heads would be bent… Continue reading

Ready, Set, Blow! by Julia Margalit

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My fingers hovered over the keys as I sat down to write this article. Unsure how to conduct research on such a topic, I typed in “porn promotes male dominance”, hoping that scientific… Continue reading

The High Priestess by Jack Hobbs

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My hours are filled with flies. I try to pray, honest, I do, but they just keep coming. It wouldn’t bother me, its just from where they come. The crucifix, on the wall,… Continue reading

Hedonist by Kitty Guo

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At sixteen years old, a sixth of my life is quite possibly already over, maybe even a fifth. Never again will I be absolutely absolved from responsibility, the way I was when I… Continue reading

Split by Jenna Bao

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The Dumpling Café was packed with Chinese people and Caucasians alike, so much so that it was almost impossible to move in the tiny entryway. That’s not surprising; it was a Saturday evening… Continue reading

I Swore I Was Flying by Kyra Lisse

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For a second there, I swore I was flying, for I could almost reach the old oak’s peak. But then I was falling, and for that reason I never did understand gravity, or… Continue reading

A Letter to J.T. by Isabella Valdez

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J.T., We haven’t spoken in a while, not since I forgot your birthday this past May. I’m spending my summer in Boston, but you’re still in Illinois. I don’t know how to tell… Continue reading