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Katie Senter
Published February 1, 2016
It was late afternoon on a humid Thursday in June. The air seemed to wrap everything on Long Island up in a sticky, sweaty bundle, even despite being near the ocean. The heat certainly didn't...
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Claire Wilhelm-Safian
Published February 1, 2016
Dust particles danced in the shafts of moonlight that filtered through the holes in the barn roof. The sight wasn't much, just a regular old barn, but the sounds, ah, the sounds were special. Galileo,...
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Hannah Gottlieb-Graham
Published February 1, 2016
Rain and warm mist stick to the windowsills. My face is leaning towards light, pressed against glass. It's a sun shower. Always such an unnerving thing, as most adults put it. I think we need...
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Katharine Pong
Published February 1, 2016
When I grabbed my sweatshirt and started running out of the house, there was no rational reason for it. I wasn't sure where I was going or why I was going there. I just needed...
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Emma Dudley
Published February 1, 2016
When Alicia awoke she first thought she was in heaven. Indeed, everything around her was white: the sheets, the curtains, the furnishings. She sat up in bed and instantly felt a shot of pain course...
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Jonathan Morris
Published February 1, 2016
Orion padded along through the dense undergrowth, his leather-coated feet silent as death's cruel hand as they compressed the damp soil. His mother, Selena's, words, clear and simple as a raindrop, echoed through his head,...
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Bailey Bergmann
Published February 1, 2016
Nobody knew why we kept him. To tell the truth, I didn't exactly know, either. We named him Badger for the brown-gold stripe that ran down his muzzle, and later on, we would say that...
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William Gwaltney
Published February 1, 2016
It’s a hot, dry August evening on the Oklahoma panhandle. The sun is going down and the crickets have begun to sing. There's no breeze at all tonight, nothing to ease the blistering heat. I...
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Halle Kershisnik
Published February 1, 2016
"It’s too cold." "Aw, come on, Trinity, just jump!" I glowered at Will from the riverbank. "It's too cold." He considered me for a minute, then, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender,...
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Erin Cadora
Published February 1, 2016
It was a quaint little backyard, not much, but cozy, a haven for many strays. With pretty, plump azalea bushes to dash into, and a soft, ivy-covered ground to sleep on, a homeless kitty could...
