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By Harrison Abbott I couldn’t stay with my family. I just could not stay in that situation and I wanted out. They were abusive horrible people and I still don’t regret leaving them. A friend of mine named Karisa lived…

Poetry

By: Alex Andy Phuong Even though it is impossibleTo recreate the past,This present momentIs a gift within itselfThat would supposedlyLead to a brighter future,Yet coping with realityReveals real maturity,And the onesWho effectively deal with adversityAre true adults

FictionPoetry

By: Carl Papa Palmer Calico Sentinel the seedless dandelion tuftarrives on nonexistent breezesettling softly upon fluffy feline tail observed by the one male kittenin the family of fourwho quickly pounces upon his prey immediately swatted sidewayshe dives for obscure safetyamong…

Fiction

By Eric Burbridge             For once I followed the doctor’s orders. “Get some sunshine, good ole vitamin D.” He said. I loaded my walker and headed for Tooley Park, a thirty-minute drive from the house. As fast as I walked…

Fiction

By: Jacob LePretre J-Rock took the Chewy bar from his pocket and he stared at it like a man who stares into his hands after creating a masterpiece. Chocolate. He ripped it while keeping it in one piece and he…

EssayWellness

By: Ijeoma Mbah Learning how to respect yourself is one of the best things you can ever do for yourself. Self-respect is the sense of worth and personal value that you attach to yourself, as a human being. According to…

Fiction

By: Ken Kapp Nibor always got things wrong, which at times embarrassed the other robins no end. He was always late and never stopped complaining that the other birds should have waited for him. “Give me a break. It’s not…

Fiction

By Ranjit Kulkarni Ten Thousand rupees for every boy she evaluated as her prospective groom was not bad. Six months back, Sanjana’s father had relented to this arrangement. It was a nice new source of income for her. She had…

Poetry

By: Marion Horton Today I come up here to think.The burn on my legs,As my muscles heave me up the steep slope,Keeps me earthed, focussed.It reminds me that whatever elseI am alive, tellurian. I bring my snags and doubts.Sometimes they…

Fiction

By: James Bates It had snowed overnight so driving the city streets was tricky. My old Honda Civic slid through a couple of stop signs before I made myself lighten up on the gas petal. Hard to do, though. I…