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— “I couldn’t believe when I stopped in here how horrible the customer service was… The girl behind the counter was texting on her phone during the dinner hours with an...
— My family settles beside the fire, our shadows dancing behind us. Bare trees sway and shiver; the fire leans from side to side. Scattering sparks that look like restless stars,...
— a letter to my 爸爸(baba)i’m in my own little cornerof San Francisco as pineapple mint tonicbubbles against my tongue. more mint than pineapple and it’s got that greentaste (like a...
— My Crayon Conversations by Yatharth Chaturvedi, 9 , India I am an artist, I draw and sketch. I don't paint when I am sad, or when I am bored, I...
— A diary reopened, rewritten, for that reason, A page I could not flip from, a chapter from that page. The soft folds of paper were damp, and smudged was the...
— I told myself I’d left it all behind, My cup of life filled up with laughter, lace, But I, far from cured, and far from refined. I swore no hand...
— Not even willing to recall yesterday, every mind strains to remember a bland moment, when forced to cope with times now stuck, the morrow would not let it slip away,...
— I stepped off the bus, savoring the taste of my toothpaste. I’ve been getting better at brushing my teeth and hair recently, since starting my meds. Obviously, it was expensive,...
— For most of my childhood, my grandmother's bright red Camry smelled faintly of J. perfume, old leather and sometimes McDonald's fries that we had eaten hours earlier but somehow could...
— I hauled a moon-knife from my leather waist belt and chopped up the last strands of weeds from the dry, crispy earth. It’s really supposed to be called a sickle,...
— Your laugh echoes With it comes pain Pain that wades through my mind Past the words to block it My skin tingles A reminder of the days of ago Of...
— There once was a vase with a flower, rosy and plump, like peaches, sweet and soft, slim like a sprout of elegant green, with a graceful figure. She lived in...
— I had no official business near the couch, which is why my head was held high, like an austere national security inspector. I was not a busybody. I bowed to...
— Awaiting the rush means I must marinate in restlessness. I’m reminded that once a consciousness slides, it receives a static shock from the Playground Gods in order to bring it...
— She sat as they stood, waiting. The seated passengers in her row stood and drifted to rows behind to make space.The driver’s hand twitched and tensed.She sat.The driver inhaled sharply,grimly...
— The child who runs down the street is clothed in sandals. They cling to her toes, strapped, slapping on the concrete gravel that grits the bottom of the shoes. The...
— One of my primary goals redesigning the Stone Soup website was to make the site feel more like a book. Stone Soup has long said that we show respect for...
— Theoretically As we layin the sharp blades of wet grassYou told me thatTheoreticallyWe all turn to wallsWhen we don't know I'm not quite sureI understood. My focus might have drifted....
— “The air was redolent with the smell of garlic,” is what I typed into the notes program on my phone an early Sunday already hot morning in Taipei, Taiwan, July,...
— 4:48 iMessage Today 4:48 AM i wrap my hand around my wrist, feel my heartbeat run my fingers up and down my skin, skin i wish i could crawl out...