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Lemmings

Saturday Shot glasses, red cups, a beer-spattered kitchen table. One of my friends’ parents had left town for the weekend, so she was hosting an open house. The whole junior and senior classes had shown up; it was lit. Sarah Dannon, a fellow junior, was wearing a white tank top […]

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Twin Wolves

My classmates leaned forward and perched on the edge of their plastic chairs. Textbooks and binders stacked in their hands, they anxiously eyed the arms of the clock and eagerly listened for the school bell. Conditioned to respond, like Pavlov’s dog, they waited for the sound that they associated with […]

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No Easy Answers

by Sophie Mortman We leave the sea of cars that surround James Cook & Lobster Co, and start to look for a street fair with my older sister, Maya, and her boyfriend, Michael. “I have no clue which direction it’s in,” I say. “Robin said it’s that way” Michael says, […]

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Walking Away

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nobody, indeed, ever accused her of being one of those quick wits, who run to the end of things in a minute. It took her the entire length of the voyage to moralise out the meaning of her start, and so, at her own pace, we will follow her -Orlando […]

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Stage Fright

by Tyler Parke “Speak of the devil,” Nate says to Ethan as I sit down next to them at lunch. “What’s up, you smug piece of shit?” It’s a beautiful day outside, the first Friday of the school year—my senior year of high school—and I’m grinning from ear to ear. […]

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#BLM and White Liberalism

The operation of a pinhole camera is best explained by imagining a large dark room with one small window on the far side wall. Outside, on the other side of the wall, is a landscape full of trees and leaves with the sun transcending down upon them. Each leaf and […]

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Keep Your Head Down to Keep Your Head Up

Near blinded by the darkness and near deaf from the music blaring, Jane unleashed her wrath on me. I was standing behind the boy she once dated, and she used the full force of her small but muscular frame to kick me into a nearby wall. My back hit the […]

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You Cannot Be Serious

I didn’t know when I had last cleaned my protective cup, and frankly, I didn’t care. As long as I could shove something under my pants to prevent my genitals from a traumatic meeting with a baseball, I was satisfied. Next came the black pants, black shoes, official black umpiring […]

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Crying over Chemistry

During my years at an all-girls private school, I learned that grades were something similar to politics and religion, thus they were not to be discussed in polite company. While we didn’t talk about how we were doing in terms of letter grades, everyone knew. Since my older sister, was […]

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The Lives We Don’t Want to See

Manhattan, 2006. We were in Battery Park. Ten year old me lagged behind my mom, dad and two brothers. We were rushing to catch the ferry that would take us to Liberty Island to see the Statue of Liberty. It was the height of the winter, the kind of day […]

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Strep or Something

There they are—my parents, their friends, their friends’ friends, and someone’s college-age son—sitting around in my living room, planted on the couch, the love seat, the ottoman, the arms of the couch, the windowsill. They all have wine, port, and vodka on the rocks in hand or on top of […]

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It Happened at a Fence

At the bell, voices of first-graders fill the room. Like time has just been unpaused, countless conversations resume where they left off. Chairs squeak against the floor tiles as my classmates launch themselves up off their seats and out into the hallway. Their eager voices echo down its locker-covered walls […]

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Lotus

Jake Flanagan had a drug problem. He had done just about everything that couldn’t kill him: mushrooms, Acid, Molly, ketamine, Adderall, coke (though he said it wasn’t for him). He also liked to smoke a lot of weed and had come up with the name for himself “the Young Kush […]

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The Emperor on Milk Street

I left the sea of roasting cars, many of them tired of sitting and waiting for their owners to eat their lunch in the sweltering mid-July heat. My 24-year-old sister, Maya, her (now ex-)boyfriend Michael, and I were beginning a mission: find said “street fair” that my brother’s girlfriend pointed […]

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Walking Away

My Two Friends Paula and John

This specific Wednesday night began as all the rest had: the eerie calm before the storm. Our doors opened at 4 PM. At 5:30, we sat one of our regulars, a middle-aged man with glasses and his elderly mother in a wheelchair. At 6:00 I sketched out a wait list […]

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