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Refugees in a Banana Republic
Literary

Refugees in a Banana Republic

Early dawn, when fog hung…

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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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Never Will I Leave Home
Literary

Never Will I Leave Home

You have not seen our…

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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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“Eureka!” An exclamation of triumph reverberates through the empty library of the Asiatic Society in Park Street. The whitewashed walls glare back in silence, reprimanding the speaker for shouting in a place where whispering is the norm. The speaker blushes momentarily for his sudden outburst, looking around hurriedly to see if anyone else witnessed his lapse in judgment. He takes out his notebook and scribbles down details from the open page of the manuscript he’d been reading for the last few hours. The manuscript is ancient, dating back to the pre-colonial era, and special permission was required to access it. Its pages are ancient and worn out, but most of its text is still legible. Once the writing is complete, the speaker of the triumphant exclamation hands over the book to the security guard outside and heads for the exit. He calls a cab and gets into the back seat,…