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by Alina Wahab

by Selma Nieuwoudt

Every once in a while, we come together collectively as a culture to celebrate one of life’s least prestigious yet most impressive achievements: the successful artistic representation of adolescence. It’s a delight we all savor when a movie or a book or a television show actually pulls off the daring and oft-bungled attempt to show…

by Megan M. Davies-Ostrom Rachel propped herself up and studied the bell her step-mother, Eleanor, had placed on the bedside table.  Rachel liked the sound of bells. Throaty church bells, strident dinner bells, and the sweet little bell on Miss Kitty’s collar that chimed as she came running for the milk Cook put out each…

by Douglas Smith “It’s nothing,” he says, not for the first time. She watches him straighten his tie in the hall mirror. So he doesn’t have to make eye contact, she thinks. “I fear nothing?” she says. “Then I must be fearless. I don’t feel fearless.” Leaning on the kitchen doorframe, she hugs her faded…

by Ai Jiang They gave her to you ten years after your birth, when they realized your mouth would not open, when they realized your voice box was broken.   She had on a pretty dress that looked much like your own: knee-length, frilly, with matching polka dot stockings that looked as though there were large…

by Lyndsey Croal The gate to the cemetery at the end of my road was locked after dark, but I knew the way in. Hidden behind overgrown bramble bushes was a crumbling gap in the wall, just small enough to crawl through. I collected some brambles on the way in, ate a few and pocketed…