By Emily Allen
His hands were always in motion, something that had failed to change. The one constant that didn’t disappear after he lost everything.
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By Emily Allen
Far, far away, a fire roars. A bonfire blazing with the bodies of broken boys. Their soft flesh peels away, leaving them empty hollows of walking ash.
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By Audrey Roberts
“Mother,” he pleaded, “just let me stay outside a bit more.”
“Finish your writing first,” she answered, “and then you may go out.”
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By Alicia Liu
“Are you from the South?” by South, the friendly store-owner means the South of China. Southern girls particularly have a reputation for being fine China
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By Alicia Liu
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I once received an unexpected lesson from a cephalopod. It happened in a land far, far away, on the orange-juice-stained, white-cotton-covered sofa
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