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NO. 020

Short story

Never Draw the Eyes

In my middle school art room, a single unfinished self-portrait had been left behind. The canvas rested on an old easel in the back of the art supply room. It depicted a schoolgirl in uniform, but her face was left incomplete. Although her outline and hair were meticulously detailed, her eyes were c…

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NO. 019

Short story

The Red Vest

There was a rumor at my elementary school about "the Red Vest." On the third floor of the north building, in the very back stall of the girls' bathroom—if you were in there, you would hear a…

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NO. 018

Short story

The Thing Looking Up

This is something that happened to me back when I was in fifth grade. I loved playing on the playground equipment, and the monkey bars were my absolute favorite. Aside from the regular monkey bars on …

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