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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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Jan. 12, 2031. They said a third world war would be hell. And it was. The men who declared it did it for the games of power and ambition. Plans were made, battles fought, humanity as a whole was annihilated, and this will continue to cause havoc for an unforeseeable time, but nobody seems to realize that we won the war but lost everything else. Humans don’t need gods to save them, it is rather the contrary. The memories of green are lost in the back of my mind, low spirits of hope are the only ghosts that follow me. The only vague memory I have is of just before I left. I came back from school in a rush through crowds of screaming and terrorized people who blew like wind in the opposite direction scampering out of the town. When I reached home, they stood outside with trucks filled…