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Legacy of the Gauge Farm by Rebecca Fox
My twin brother Waylon and I begin our walk up the driveway shortly after the bus drops us at the end. The bus drops us right next to our family’s produce stand. Every day, I stop to collect the money and take it to mom. “Harper hurry up!” Waylon yelled from just a few steps…
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The Rules of Love by Rachel Bogdan
Mom “Mommy” I tugged on my mom’s shirt lightly; my toys neatly arranged in the living room behind me. “Yes, Chelsea.” My mom was doing dishes unenthusiastically. Her loud sighs audible over the running water. After staying up all night for work, she was clearly not up for my antics, but I couldn’t care less…
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A Slip of the Tongue, A Slit of the Throat by Brendan Dominik
As the man walks into the trash littered, dark alley. He takes out a cigarette to smoke. About halfway through a man approaches him. “Leonardo?” says the man. “Do you got the cash?” says Leonardo. “Yeah. Will the cops catch me with this booze?” “Only if you are stupid about it. Hey, you owe Enzo…
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Ode to Club Crackers by Taylor Hayes
I get off the school bus and immediately run into the house where I’m met with a smiling face and a plate of club crackers. Stacked one next to another, peanut butter smeared on the top I laugh and quickly sit down. My great-gram sits across from me, her eyes shining with love as she…
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Starlight by Abigail Lerch
Sitting on the back porch Shelling peanuts with my father. Looking up, up, up At the dark night sky Pockmarked with specks of light. Dancers who burn and twirl, Shining light through the eternal night. They’ve called to me since then, For so long Sometimes I can’t remember why. Perhaps it’s just because they are…
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Devastation by Krystal Gable
Mothers weptand children cried,as the men in their life left,and died. War prevails,but it seems as iflife has failed.The whole world aches. One grouptries to overtake.Follow our lead,you’ll be safe. Don’t mind the sacrificeyou have to make,as all of human lifeslowly becomes waste. Pointless. Empty. Pain.It’s a never-ending chainof devastation.
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Quiet Things by Kalin Loney
i learned earlyhow to be quietnot just with my voice,but with everythingelse. to swallow wordsbefore they becamereal problems,like the time i almost saidthat hurtbut didn’t.real to anyonebut me. to smileat the right times,counting until i could stoplike nothing was wrongwith itgoing unseen. there are thingsi never say aloud,not because i can’t but becauseno one ever…
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The Bruises Left Unhealed by Caroline Breen
When I rose out of bed this fallI didnt flinch; no pain was felt.The sun gleamed on my faceWith the most gentle arms surroundingWhat was once bruised,Once brazenOnce brutal. This time things are differentI sleep, no longer afraidof the thunder that follows the dawn. Such an unfamiliar feeling it isTo not be afraid of the…
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“Tournament Days Feel Different…” by Brady Curran
Tournament days feel differentwhere it really matterswhere every shot countsand the silence feels loudereven the wind is watching.See it. Believe it. Do it. It’s just youstanding on the first tee,club held tight in your hands,heart beating through your chest,trying to calm the nerveswhile your mind won’t let you be.See it. Believe it. Do it. No…
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