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Art studio dismissed three hours ago, but when I pass the classroom, Silas is still there, banging his proverbial head against the proverbial wall. He sits as still as a mannequin on the three-legged stool in the corner, exactly as we all left him. He still clutches a paintbrush and an empty palette, as though he had every intention of painting but accidentally got himself frozen in time. I drop my bookbag by the door and make my way over to him, my flats pattering over the paint splatters on the floor, which look like leaves fallen fr...
Submitted to Contest #286
In my twenty-one years of life, never have I taken anything that did not belong to me- not until today. Perhaps my uncanny aversion to stealing came about by means of my mother. When I and my two sisters were young, any arguments over who stole whose hairbrush or Polly Pocket was quickly put to an end by my mother’s methods of property management- namely, everything in the house was labeled. Far from being merely a prevention of playroom squabbles, labeling became a lifestyle that encompassed everything from forks and tupperware to Wii...
Submitted to Contest #197
Carrick’s Coffee Tavern was the epitome of the phrase “don’t judge a book by its cover.” It was a ramshackle building with peeling black paint and oddly placed windows that made one wonder if the architect had been quite sound in the head. After its first host building had collapsed in on itself, it relocated to the backwater district of Winterstown where there was next to no parking for carriages and even less space for the moderners who used automobiles. Its backyard overlooked the Chastoll Creek, which flowed for hundreds of miles down fr...
Submitted to Contest #177
This was a bad idea. I knew it from the time I stepped foot out the door. I got that little feeling somewhere in between my heart and my gut that maybe, just maybe, I should not take a day trip by myself through Kyoto. But did I listen? Ha. And did I think to maybe charge my phone before leaving the home of the very kind, very understanding host family? Iie. That’s the Japanese word for “no”, although I’ve been told it doesn’t quite mean “no”, because saying no isn’t polite, or something like that. It’s also one of precisely five Japanese ph...
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