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I Am Eve, Nicole Gaulin

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Answering The Questions Why, Katelin Tressler

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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."

Moments Before Sleep, Katelin Tressler

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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

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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."

She Waits, Stephanie Woodward

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Seasons, Selena Cochran

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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."

I Dreamed Of Knights, Katelin Tressler

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Promise, Stephanie Woodward

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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 "

The Speculative Consequence, Eric Parkison

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More, Selena Cochran

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Journey Through Dreams, Erin Waffle

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"We commence on our journey from the first moments of life. For me, the journey was like crossing a bridge, straight and narrow, with my dream on the other side. Growing up, I thought I was confidently balanced on the bridge compared to others. Some people were quick in crossing, passing me in the dust; while I watched others who slipped off and lost their way. Most were just blindly crossing the bridge, hoping their dream would find them on the other side."

Fate's Shape, Mark Overmyer

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Beyond, Nicole Gaulin

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Full Issue, No Author

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Snowy Soldiers, Amanda Marchese

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The Moon And Me, Dillon Lynn

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Three Tenses Of Love, Channyn Quinn

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Blue Woman, Dillon Lynn

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Commit To Memory, Kevin Mcallister

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I Clean My Axe Heads In Secret, Mark Overmyer

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The Fuse Box, Jeffrey Slater

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"Shane was grumbling to himself as he carefully stepped up a ladder on the side of his uncle's cabin. 'Stupid lights in this stupid old cabin. I hate this place.' 'What are you whining about now, gay boy?' a voice said sharply from below. 'Just shut up and hold the ladder,' Shane said, unhitching the door of the attic and ducking under the splintered old door as it swung over him. 'I still can't believe my uncle put the fuse box in the attic. it's like he knew he …

Woman, Edyson Julio

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Goodbye To Faith, Jeffrey Slater

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"Gary hated classical music. He often said so, especially while he was in elevators or fancy restaurants. Not that he was in either of those places often, because he hardly ever left the house and when he did, it was rare for him to spend money (at least his own). Well, Gary was hardly a 'classical' male."

Rock Bottom, Jeffrey Slater

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"You're falling fast, aren't you... fast through thin air. Thin, cold air. Of course, you wouldn't know it. You wouldn't feel the cold while you're falling; doing what it is that you do. You're numb to it. Hard to believe, how something so pervasive, destructive and debilitating can consume the spirit of your receptors, replacing reaction and reason with that damned numbness - that plain old nothing."

Two Figures, Kara Drebitko

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Blindness Fills My House, Mark Overmyer

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Our Farewell, Erin Cassidy

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