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A Language, Little Known

The steps led down, down, down—far away from the sun, where no flowers should be able to grow. And yet— “She said the Third-Eyebright would be here.” The angry red scratches on Trev’s face had only gotten worse since the … Continue reading

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Friends, Alone

Content Warnings: underage drinking and smoking, homophobia, violence/bullying, mild domestic abuse Even though she had a key to the house, and even though the Raneys usually kept their door unlocked anyway, Allison wasn’t in the habit of entering their house … Continue reading

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A Christmas Cookie Contest

As he set down the cats’ food bowls, Benji’s phone buzzed insistently in his pocket. His parents had promised to check in when they landed, but they’d only left a few hours ago. When the phone had been wrestled out … Continue reading

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Pierre-Auguste Salvatici

His parents set him up for failure when they named him Pierre-Auguste Salvatici. Even if he hadn’t grown up with a persistent speech impediment and severe respiratory problems, Pierre-Auguste Salvatici could never live up to the grandiosity of the name. … Continue reading

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Addy Kraz and the Case of the Stolen Cookies

“Meet me at the Orange Julius” was the mantra of our junior high years. Before Dijon O’Reilly got a job at Juice Stop and Kiera Moore became a vegan, the three of us would come from our different middle schools—Dijon … Continue reading

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I’m Thinking About Moths

I accidentally killed a moth. I was sitting outside, crisscross applesauce, back against a brick wall, sweating under the late May sun; the moth saw the shadowy space underneath my legs and beelined for the shelter with inevitably misplaced trust. … Continue reading

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April 2022: How LGBTQ+ media, sunshine, and a magical readathon are lifting my mood

What I Got: This Song Is (Not) for You by Laura Nowlin The Ensemble by Aja Gabel The Dust of 100 Dogs by A.S. King Heart Shaped Fire by P.W. Davies Take My Hand by P.W. Davies The Complete Poetry … Continue reading

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