fiction
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Typing out a message to my mom proved far more difficult than I thought it would be. I was on my tenth draft of essentially a long-winded “Hello. How have you been,” when there was a knock at the door. I clicked the lock button and watched the phone screen shift to black, sucking
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Ava left the room still talking about her final three college choices. After the door shut, I sat there for another moment, staring at the clock, trying to shake the ghost of a boy who wasn’t a boy anymore. It was honestly embarrassing the hold Henry still had on me. I was a grown
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It had been five years since I’d seen Henry last. I’d walked across the stage at graduation to the deafening sound of my father’s air horn and my mother’s shrill voice screaming “That’s my daughter,” as I clutched my high school diploma to my chest and smiled. The sound of my mother’s pride tore
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The click reverberated in my memory as I twisted the key in the lock. My morning walk had left me chilled and oddly unsettled, the empty streets and drawn curtains of my neighbors’ houses feeling more oppressive than peaceful today. I felt my dad’s hand on my shoulder as I leaned into the door;
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The next Monday, second hour came the same way it always did. I felt lightheaded as I approached the door to Mrs. Whitaker’s room. It was wide open for passing period, allowing me to peer inside the room before having to physically brave the space that, for the past eight months, had been my
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Author’s Note: Hello readers! I’m excited to share the beginning of a story that’s been taking shape in my mind. “Chapter one” is the first installment of what I envision becoming a longer work. I’ve decided to publish this story chapter by chapter, week by week, as it develops. This is a project that I’m
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My hands were trembling as I ripped open the box and fumbled with yet another plastic wrapping. I was clenching my knees together so tight that I thought the bone would crack. I had drunk four bottles of water before bed last night, and now my bladder was ready, but I wasn’t. “Dammit.” Finally, I
Ink & Interruptions 