"I didn't intend to join," the boy said. "They just assumed I would be part of them." "You liked the uniform." "I like to go outside. I'm not like you. I can't live underground my whole life." "You'll die outisde."…
View writingPasted to the table in front of me, were words written around hearts and stars, as if lives weren't being changed in this memo. "PIP in partnership with Mandy for Arthur" This little neon orange sticky note, meant for the…
View writingHappy Birthday Megan’s friends and colleagues pretended to be shocked and dismayed when Anita told them that she was hanging up her pointe shoes for good. Dancing was her passion and she was good, even very good at it but…
View writingIt shouldn’t be this hard, to say what’s really happening. Not you dredging up a bloated grudge, insisting that you were wronged. By me. Always by me. Not that it’s always my fault; it’s just never your own. You have…
View writingThe human impulse, the basic need, to tell another person what happened is eternally within us. And thus, Story was born….and has lived with us from the dawn of time , our companion every minute of every day. We have…
View writingI saw him at the checkout, and I . . . He glanced over at me, and his mouth . . . (His lips!) I was wearing my low-cut dress, the one he . . . I averted my eyes,…
View writingWhen I was younger, just one largely symbolic training bra into adolescence, I wanted to be a Saint. I wasn’t Catholic and I did acknowledge that as an obstacle but when I read the lives of Saints - Susanna, Theresa,…
View writingNo story is simply about one thing. That is because even one word all by itself is never simply singular in its meaning, singular in its effect, simple in its reverberation in the eyes and ears of anyone who sees…
View writingHer perfumed, plaited hair, the way it shone under the dizzying ballroom light, as brassy as the trumpets swinging on stage, the way its scent of lavender raced throughout the crowd, in and out of the arms of dancing couples,…
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