The Middle Child
Shaleah Tolliver Shaleah Tolliver

The Middle Child

Amidst the carnival streamers and hot dog smells stood Freda and her two sisters. While her sisters were quite normal-looking — average size up and sideways with black curls and waves — Freda could be seen a mile away.

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The Stomach and The Eyes
Shaleah Tolliver Shaleah Tolliver

The Stomach and The Eyes

There came a man in a foreign place. His skin was milky and his eyes were blue. The foreign place was wide and dry.

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Lesson Earned
Shaleah Tolliver Shaleah Tolliver

Lesson Earned

There was a woman who lived in a village by the swamp. She never had any company, except that of her daughter.

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nightingale
Calista Nelson Calista Nelson

nightingale

She was dipped in darkness, but not the memorable blackness of a night nude, grazing the moonlit grass with bare feet and shadowy limbs. The translucent veil allowed no one access in — however, she could observe perfectly out.

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Edelweiss
Esther Olulana Esther Olulana

Edelweiss

For the longest time, our New Years were spent in a simple way — New Year’s Eve church service, arriving back home in a dark morning, visits to families later in the day, and a nice dinner. We would come back exhausted — too tired to even say goodnight.

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At the Brink of Eternity: A Silent Conversation
Tyler English Tyler English

At the Brink of Eternity: A Silent Conversation

*Trigger Warning* [Suicide & SA] The enigma wherein one retains little recollection of their past self, yet is cognizant of their departure from the physical realm. The initial encounters with unfamiliar souls, the anticipation of the unknown, and the accompanying emotions — all of these elements have deep personal significance.

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A Show
Calista Nelson Calista Nelson

A Show

She was breathless. Without air, her oxygen, being in this room, at this gig, was poison. Her gentle touch of the keys, cool and stale, brought no sensation. She touched and touched them, caressing the instrument for the sound.

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Translucent
Calista Nelson Calista Nelson

Translucent

Suddenly, a knowing feeling lifted my chest, excited my bones, as my aching arms folded my last tank into the drawer of my novel room––I was settled in. The joy crept onto my face, and I happily spun about myself to recognize just where I was.

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All The Little Things
Esther Olulana Esther Olulana

All The Little Things

How does God create things? Chidera thought about this for days on end. Everything around her seemed to look the same too but with different faces — palm trees curving upwards, muddy lizards with their beady eyes.

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The Final Wife
Shaleah Tolliver Shaleah Tolliver

The Final Wife

There were five wives. The first wife, the oldest, would keep the money for the man. She’d count it on her hand and she never missed a dime. The man trusted her with every penny he made. And every penny that he didn’t.

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The Sunflower Seed Lady
Shaleah Tolliver Shaleah Tolliver

The Sunflower Seed Lady

The woman would stay up every night and look out the window. Underneath her feet were at least a hundred thousand sunflower seed shells. She’d grown so accustomed, she didn’t even notice them anymore. They barely bothered her, and when they poked her calloused toes, they felt like marshmallows — covered in spit and split in half.

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The Guidance Counselor
Shaleah Tolliver Shaleah Tolliver

The Guidance Counselor

“Are we in trouble?” Butter asked for the third time in about five minutes. Biscuit eyed her from the side, halfway tired and halfway nervous. “No, Butter.” “But every time Ball goes to the guidance counselor, she’s in trouble.”

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Reverie
Aleyna Loughran-Pierce Aleyna Loughran-Pierce

Reverie

Sleep is a reflection of reality: a world within one’s own mind, one’s own pleasures and pain, anger and sadness. A message in a bottle thrown out into a sea of consciousness, the delusion so thick it seeps through the mental cracks in one’s mind, melting, permanently binding together feelings from endless days into the drift of nocturne.

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Girl Scout Cookies and Entropy
Aleyna Loughran-Pierce Aleyna Loughran-Pierce

Girl Scout Cookies and Entropy

The ultimate fate of the universe is entropy. Cold, dark, with little light from the last remnants of the corpses which once illuminated the skies and captivated the minds of any being who laid eyes on it.

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Follow  You
Aleyna Loughran-Pierce Aleyna Loughran-Pierce

Follow You

I wrote this prose to explore the idea of ambiguity and the experience of having something only you can experience seem to "follow" you around.

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Leaky Kitchen Faucet
Aleyna Loughran-Pierce Aleyna Loughran-Pierce

Leaky Kitchen Faucet

“Leaky Kitchen Faucet” is a piece that I wrote upon reflection of myself.

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Preparing For the End of the World
Aleyna Loughran-Pierce Aleyna Loughran-Pierce

Preparing For the End of the World

The end of the world is something often depicted as a fiery destructive catastrophe, or at least that’s what Isaiah was told by his mother while she read him Revelations…

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