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A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor
Interview

A Day with Breanne Mc Ivor

Meet Breanne Mc Ivor. She…

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Nocturnal Conductions
Humor

Nocturnal Conductions

The first time it happened,…

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The Lady of the Water
Fiction

The Lady of the Water

I’d thought Central America would…

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Two Blind Men
Flash Fiction

Two Blind Men

They knew well I was…

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An Interview with Ernest Brawley
Interview

An Interview with Ernest Brawley

Ernest Brawley, a native Californian,…

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It was my first day and I was on edge while taking my first step to commence a new journey. I had arrived at the college too early. The classroom was empty. And the weather was too cold. I found a warm place near the basketball court. The wintry discomfort faded gradually. Almost half an hour later, still alone on the basketball court, I counted the few students who had arrived at the college. My eyes picked up a particular girl who was giggling with the other girls going inside our classroom. I looked at her spellbound. In these eighteen years of my life, no one had dazzled me like her. And I pretty much forgot that the class was about to start. The bell rang. I entered the classroom. the teacher was about to take the roll call. I rushed to my desk, attentively listening to the roll calls…