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Scuba Diving in the Living Room

Scuba Diving in the Living Room

Clown feet with flippers. My ten-year-old self insisted on the flippers. One foot up, one foot down as I walked/marched, duck hopped to…
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Rane Kelze
The Sunrise

The Sunrise

Luke-warm coffee sits in her favorite mug as she slowly paces back and forth in front of the big kitchen window.
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S.J. Elliott
The Wood Song

The Wood Song

An Old Song that Holds Simple Yet Profound Life Wisdom.
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Mandy Osterhaus Ream
Gender Perfect

Gender Perfect

When a writing class reveals certain truths
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Terry Barr
All Things Nice

All Things Nice

Lemons and Chillies.
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Diksha Singh
In Limbo

In Limbo

Tuesday, February 9th, 2016
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Jessica Lucia
The Doorman

The Doorman

There are roughly 10,000 doormen in New York City across some 3,200 apartment buildings. But Eddie is my favorite.
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Melanie LeGrande
His Exit Line Was I Have a Headache

His Exit Line Was I Have a Headache

By Nadja Maril
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Nadja Maril
A Deleted Telegram Tells the Truth

A Deleted Telegram Tells the Truth

When your endings are more bitter than sweet.
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MonalisaSmiled
I Finished My Thirtieth Cup of Coffee Then Sprinted to the Emergency Room

I Finished My Thirtieth Cup of Coffee Then Sprinted to the Emergenc...

I finished my thirtieth cup of coffee that day then sprinted to the emergency room.
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Rolli
To All the Mugs I’ve Loved — A Chronicle of My Working Life

To All the Mugs I’ve Loved — A Chronicle of My Working Life

Because a mug can say the things I can’t bring myself to say
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Allison Cecile
Erased

Erased

“My! How you’ve changed!”
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Rane Kelze
Leaving

Leaving

When I was 12 years old, my mother told me she and my father were getting a divorce. We were sitting in the living room, which had a forest…
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Jessica Lucia
Where Needles Fear to Tread

Where Needles Fear to Tread

Is where angels live
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Nevena Pascaleva
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