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Two People's Questions, Two People's Answers, Iaen Tierson, Stephanie Woodward
Two People's Questions, Two People's Answers, Iaen Tierson, Stephanie Woodward
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Wideman, Danny Uebbing
Tattooing Is Not A Crime, Bryan Jones
Glittery Goodbye, Stephanie Woodward
5th Grade, February, 4p.M., Mark Overmyer
She Tried To Draw Him, Audra Conway
She Tried To Draw Him, Audra Conway
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"Once I found my sister's drawing. It was a man; her dream man. I was rifling through her dresser drawers. I don't remember what I was looking for. Maybe money. Maybe matches. Maybe an ID to use to buy cigarettes at the corner store."
That's Pretty Much Everyone, Bryan Jones
I Am Eve, Nicole Gaulin
Searching Behind Me, Eric Parkison
Answering The Questions Why, Katelin Tressler
Dreaming, Erin Waffle
Dreaming, Erin Waffle
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"Blanketed by colors of gold, orange and crimson, the young boy relaxed in a bed of damp fall leaves. He had grown tired after a day of hard play under the warm sun and decided to catch his breath against a drooping gold oak tree. Finding a niche for his body between the tentacle roots of the oak, the boy's eyes grew heavy. Giving up on the fight against his drooping eyelids, the boy drifted off into a deep sleep."
The Decision, Stephanie Woodward
The Decision, Stephanie Woodward
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"Oh shit. That was her only thought when she saw him pull that little velour covered box out of his pocket and get down on one knee in front of her. They had been in Italy for thirteen days, traveling from city to city, touring the country, and staying at the finest hotels. This, he said, was his gift to her 'just because.' "
Come What May, Selena Cochran
Come What May, Selena Cochran
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"Powdery horizons emerge at dawn as the heaven's pale, fuchsia skies sparkle timidly against the splintered, charred remains of my life, blending murky grays with budding blues. The dwindling clamor of helmets and oxygen tanks give way to the hungry cries of baby robins nestled safely in the tree above. Sirens and walkie-talkies whispered in the distance -- I'm alone now."
The Speculative Consequence, Eric Parkison
Fate's Shape, Mark Overmyer
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Boat Ashore, Erin Waffle
Greece Ridge Haircut, Eric Parkison
Greece Ridge Haircut, Eric Parkison
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"There are places that one knows so intimately that they are like a secret cove that only you probe and perceive and that to the rest of the world is an empty void, unperceived and lost "
Beyond, Nicole Gaulin
Cut, Mark Overmyer
Leadership, Persons, And Process, Edyson Julio
Leadership, Persons, And Process, Edyson Julio
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"It is often said that leadership is a quality that people are either born with, or are not. The skill of leadership can be installed on a willing student, but its real nuances, its true purpose and qualities cannot be learned. Leadership can be taught as a process of learned behaviors. It can be displayed as one would show a weapon. It can be exercised on cue and even assigned to others. But the virtue that others can rally around and place their trust in is an innate component …
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Moments Before Sleep, Katelin Tressler
Seasons, Selena Cochran
Seasons, Selena Cochran
The Angle
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"Tears stroll, like lovers on a winding path. They tumble, embracing, caressing; staining sweaters with their joy. I love that sweater -- powder blue cashmere with the lipstick smudge -- it used to be his. I remember our romp in the leaves last fall. I laughed, mercilessly, when he fell in the acorn ditch and again when he sang my favorite song. Luther Vandross, he was not, but I indulged him nonetheless."
More, Selena Cochran
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A Past Too Real, Keith J. Alexander
In Mind, Eric Szewczyk
Mutilation, Whitney Short