Category: Prose
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Firsts
An Essay by Roy Luke Coffey The first time I was in a firefight, I was caught in the wide open. The patrol had come to a halt, and as I began to look around I realized how exposed I was.
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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.