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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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Purnima  felt she was truly a child of the moon, deeply connected to the many lovely phases  and silvery-golden hues of the beauty above.  Tonight the full moon glowed in an unusual flood of red, an especially gorgeous sight for her to behold.   But the girl lay in bed instead, reliving the severe pain of what had happened at school today. Mrs. Gautam, her class teacher, had slapped her hands more heavily than usual with a ruler. “Next time you don’t have your tables memorised, I’ll thrash you twice as much and harder!” she hissed. “I wasn’t well, I had a bad cold.” The young student started to explain. “Silence, no back answering or I’ll throw you out of the class,” yelled the teacher. Purnima shivered, crushed and in pain. That evening when she got home, she faced her mother, who commented flippantly,  “You look like a tragic heroine from…