Breakage
by Elaine Kehoe You first noticed it in that restaurant in Salt Lake City. Sitting at the bar, waiting for a table, you heard the sound of a glass crashing behind you. You started, looked at him and he at you. “Someone’s in...
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by Elaine Kehoe You first noticed it in that restaurant in Salt Lake City. Sitting at the bar, waiting for a table, you heard the sound of a glass crashing behind you. You started, looked at him and he at you. “Someone’s in...
Read MorePosted by Nonfiction Contest | Apr 7, 2012 | Nonfiction |
By Bridget Sampson Chatsworth, California, May 12, 2006 “Gotta interview a guy in jail,” my husband says. “Wanna come with me? “ “Jail? Me? I donʼt know, Neal. Well…maybe.” I reread a few of the articles I give my students....
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by Courtney Patkau The truck has become a safe place, a calm place where silence doesn’t seem so loud, where tangible emotions are weaved into the fabric of the seats—boyfriends, music, the stale cigarettes lingering from...
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By: Justin Jones Everything in this world makes its debut in darkness. But with all life comes the dawning of light, which provides us with the gift of knowledge. On hands and knees we make this world our own;...
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By Brian Joye You are 10 years old. You come home every day from school and chug two bottles of soda. Your thirst still doesn’t go away. You tell your mother, and she just tells you to drink water. Water will quench your thirst...
Read MorePosted by Nonfiction Contest | Apr 7, 2012 | Nonfiction |
By Angela Pilson By the end of spring break, I’ve had enough of Judge Judy, Dr. Oz and ornery, cranky grandparents. My mom and I have been in Florida since Friday morning, and although I have not seen them in two years, I am...
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