Author: Lizbeth Escalante In my pocket, I had a candy wrapper, a ticket stub, and my uncle’s credit card. I did not know where I was going, but I was …
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Author: Lucas Nguyen I hated piano when I was little. My teacher, Mrs. Lin, was strict and quiet, the kind of person who made silence louder. One day, I told …
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Author: Lila Verne In a cobblestone alley of Paris, old Monsieur Duval spent his days repairing clocks no one owned anymore. One winter evening, he finished a peculiar pocket watch …
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Author: Shrine Romero After the rain,the world remembers how to breathe.Pavement shineslike it’s proud of its scars,and the sky turnsa kind of blue that doesn’t existanywhere else the color of …
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Author: Marisa Chen The fluorescent lights never dimmed, not even at 3 a.m., when everyone else in the waiting room was half-asleep, faces slumped against their palms. I sat there …
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Author: Ramesh Ratana The first thing I noticed about my new locker—number 247—was that it squeaked like a dying mouse. The second thing was that it refused to stay shut. …