Essays

Unreal

Story and photos by Bryson Keltner I stepped on to the hot, busy streets to the sound of car horns and Arabic. I saw them, and they saw me, but in a different way than…

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At Claudia’s House

Freshman Year Flickers of orange from the cigarette on the porch. As the cloudy day turns to a dark starless night, the man disappears, but the orange continues to dance its up-and-down waltz. From mouth….

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A Bow in the Clouds

By Emma Austin I sat in the backseat of my aunt’s car, sweating uncomfortably in a hand-me-down dress next to my cousin as we circled the lake on the road leading to Grandma’s driveway. It…

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Almost Famous Friends

By Jamie Williams My friends aren’t famous to the public by any means, but they’re definitely more famous than me. After being one of thousands of viewers of their online gaming channels for years, and…

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Shopping With Mom

The author and his mom. Photo provided by Brandon Killian. By Brandon Killian I learned of mother’s diagnoses with Parkinson’s disease in 2011, when I was 14 years old. When I found out I didn’t…

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Chi Chi Danger Squirrel: It’s all in a name

Story by Joseph Barkoff Photos by Mike Ko of Silicon Valley Design and Gregg Rich of Gregg Rich Photography In roller derby you either pick the name of your alter ego, or it is chosen…

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Holidays on the High Seas

By Amelia Epley I was feeling the rocking of the boat as I fixed my hair for Thanksgiving dinner. I turned off the blower and reapplied the herbal oil behind my ears. Tonight’s seasickness would…

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The Lesson Pop-Tarts Taught Me

By Shantel-Ann Pettway With my 10-year-old hands attached to the side of the grocery cart that my god-mother pushed, I suppressed the urge I had to pick up items that weren’t on the grocery list….

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Deep Cuts

By Jacob Dick It was an average looking CD case, like any other my dad left behind. I had pulled it from the shelf by chance as I was searching for something to listen to. I…

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The Red Scare

By Lindsay Whittington I’m in Sarah’s living room with a group of people I know–all good friends, I might add–but all I can think about is the chili. It is at the center of my…

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Epiphanies of a 9-year-old

By Austin Rutland I watched my 10-year-old brother as he stared at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that sat on a cracked beige plate. You’re going to hurt Momma’s feelings, I thought. Just eat it….

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