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We were sitting in the back of my brother Mac’s pick-up. He had a camper top, so in a circus way, it was homey. You couldn’t stand all the way up, but there were two lawn chairs and he’d built [+]

Time stops for no one, but memories live on.
He brushes his hand over the dusty iron bars of the gate, palm coming back ashy and dark. The smell of damp shifts through the air, filling his nose [+]

The stars were mere pinpricks of silver light dotting the dark canvas of the night sky. These ancient sentinels stood steadfast in their guard over the sleeping Earth, seeing all but rarely [+]

Ages Six and Seven. He first spots her behind a tent, all soft sniffles with tears on her ripped stocking. Wandering closer, he finds her knee is bloodied and bruised; it matches the dark circles [+]

“Glad you can finally see my office,” said professor Smith, opening the door for his brother. He led Maxwell into the open space, and then scampered across the floor to open the window [+]

Disclaimer: This story includes mentions of sexual abuse.
“You sure about this,” I asked.
“Trust me Nick. You’ll enjoy it, said Erika.
As far as I could remember, Erika was a [+]

Averell Saint-Delaire does not often think back on childhood fondly. His memories up until the age of 12 can only be described as lonely. As the child of the town’s most prestigious family, he spent [+]

No matter which direction Margo turned, she found fractured and distorted pieces of herself. When her eyes darted to the left, she caught a glimpse of strawberry blonde curls held in place by he [+]

As Mark, the most average of the Average Dudes, stepped out of the coffeeshop and into the watery spring sunlight, the world vanished around him.
In the dark, a crowd roared and the smell of sulfu [+]

Hello, Arctic region. It’s that time of year again – the time for your annual report card to come out. Each December since 2006, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) releases [+]

Hidden under the nake eyes of mysterious beings, nature flourishes with life. A seedling burst from the dirt with a sparkling sound.
“She’s up! She’s our last hope!”, cried a nearby [+]

I once thought I didn’t know how to tell how time flies; tracking, following, and racing it always felt like a betrayal to my own identity, as if I was susceptible to guilt by simply hoping time [+]