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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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NO. 016

Long read

My Psycho Neighbor

Ten years ago, right after we got married, we built our own house in a regional city. My husband’s commute would be a little longer, but it was for when we had kids in the future, and also for the dog…

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