Avery is sixteen years old and from the United States. Her entry for the May Writing Challenge was one of those chosen to be a featured story. Our fists connected, bruises blossomed, spreading across our chins. Brother and I, outside the garage of our summer home, grabbling each other, rolling around in the dirt, yelling. […]
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if your absence was no longer a choice maybe the rest of our family would stop looking at me like a chipped-tooth smile they can all see right through like i am the daughter of the knot in the skin of a family tree that is otherwise smooth so i spend my time trying to […]
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Calling all siblings, young and small, old and tall, here’s the truth about your little sister or brother. They might annoy you and have you convinced that they are created for the sole purpose of testing your temper and patience, but there is a definite method behind their madness. We must simply look closely to […]
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Thanksgiving is something nice, like the wind that rustles the leaves on the old maple tree at Grandma’s house, or the smell of Grandpa’s pipe freshly lit. The eager little kids waiting for that beautiful sensation they get from eating Grandma’s cooking and the laughter that fills the room at the end of the night. […]
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Hello little map, You stamp. A reminder of that time newspaper got stuck, in the same destination and we ripped it off, At bandaid speed, Teething marks of an Irish wolfhound ornate your corners You bend and dip into holes where three-year-old glitter resides or an accidental splash of claims-to-be-washable paint. Here, are the scraps […]
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“Putting someone’s needs above your own desires.” “Forgiving someone without consequences.” “Letting someone have that LAST piece of cake.” These are all common beliefs of what love has embodied. To each person love entails a different story, but let’s face it: We all start the story with once upon a time and finish with and […]
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The definition of homesickness? I used to think it was a joke. Homesickness never really applied to me. I’ve lived in England for as long as I could remember. I can still see the day when the first wave of Homesickness hit me. It was in July last year, when I went to Italy with […]
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She lay on the grass and it was a wonder to see She wouldn’t move, not even when they called her She must have been staring at the bright blue sky, or at its thick falling tears, or at her troubled fellows But she let no one in She wouldn’t budge, might the Deluge come […]
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Tall. Elegant. Southern. Gentlemanly. Kind. Principled. These are the words that come to mind when I think of my stepdad. Late. The man was always late. Always. Never on time for anything but church. And he was a surgeon, so my mother had a handy and believable excuse for his tardiness, but he rarely had […]
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