Tag: Nonfiction Fall 2017

9-11

“Your mother’s going to hate me now,” he said. I retreated farther into my corner of the porch swing and hugged my knees close to

Cleaning the Mirror

There is a coffee shop in the town where I live which acts as a cultural epicenter. It’s the sort of vortex-y watering-hole-like-place that promises

Heavy Fruit

I finished my lunch and emptied my tray in the cafeteria. I was no longer just a weak 6th grader, but had moved up in the

Film/Addict

Holes There are too many holes. A fist-sized hole in the basement door. Another in the bedroom door. The back window of his car—no window—just

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