Category: Fiction
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Daddy-o
Fiction by Whitney Collins Daddy-o, the optimist, always came to town in his fringed vest and yellow van for the months that ended in b-e-r. “I’m like a summer oyster,” he’d say. “Can’t nobody keep me down.”
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Halyomorpha Halys
Fiction by Megan Fahey The stinkbug trod along the baseboard—one slow, sure stick-leg in front of the other. Jennifer clutched a towel to her breast and watched the insect closely.
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New Look
Aram Mrjoian Two months after the World Trade Center collapsed, I bleached my hair like Slim Shady so the other seventh graders would stop calling me a terrorist.