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The Blue Dog Democrat ate my homework

By Clay Sidenbender The canine ate my homework,He shredded it bit by bit;And I worked hard on the Green New Deal,My grandfather just laughed it,A bill ending with lots of zeros,So important that I won’t quit.When read the numbers out... Continue Reading →

The Inhuman Exchange

By Clayton Sidenbender “Will the world ever forgive us for what we’ve done?” John Pendleton wondered aloud, his voice cutting through the howling wind. No one, not even Jagmeet, the philosopher, offered an answer. The faint sound of chewing from... Continue Reading →

Regrets of a Survivor

By Autumn Owens I'm sorry I never held your hand when we were huddled in the bomb shelter. I'm sorry that as the toxins filled the air and the ceiling shattered, I didn't pull you close. We were never sisters,... Continue Reading →

Had I known I was going to have guests at 4am, I would’ve tidied up.

By Alayna Wort Had I known I was going to have guestsAt 4am I would have tidied up.Had I known,I was going to have guests at 4am,I would have tidied up.I would have tidied up,For the sake of the guests... Continue Reading →

My Cancerized Future

By Sumer Schindler Its funny how one views their life. Always pushing things off “until later,” after all, I’ve got all the time in the world. There’s this beautiful, mesmerizing thing we call the future. Its where all our hopes... Continue Reading →

Rock-Paper-Scissors

By Emily Oliver It was the highest stakes game of rock-paper-scissors ever played. People asked for years to come why Wallace would ever bet so much on random chance, but the truth was, he really thought he was going to... Continue Reading →

What I Saw in the Window

By Emily Oliver I’ve been told I’m paranoid. I mean, not that I’m told much of anything anymore. That’s just another beautiful result of moving to the middle of nowhere: people don’t feel as inclined to come tell you what... Continue Reading →

Three Decisions

By Gabe Jones I find it rather hard for me to look back on my life and debate on which three decisions I would choose to go back and change. Though I am not merely too old, almost 21-years-old to... Continue Reading →

Infectious

By: Emily Oliver You call it love but I call it that disease that racks the entire being, an incubation period of how long it takes eyes to meet. Then the symptoms begin to kick in. At first just a... Continue Reading →

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