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The Fence

By Seth Harrington

It was a humid, autumn Saturday in Minneapolis. Frank Malone’s

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Except for the cries of a few patients sleeping restles

He wakes us before sunrise, smiling as he makes breakfast. We sit in the lessening dark and I listen to them talk, he and h

The old library was something of a mystery to the kids that lived around it. We all heard the stories, about how it used to

I wanted to tell you where I was all this time I was gone. I know you didn’t really miss me but I wanted to let you k

I wanted to tell you where I was all this time I was gone. I know you didn’t really miss me but I wanted to let you k

I knew it was true; the other cults are completely changing the rules to include abuse to their rituals and belief

Rain falls steadily from the Manchester sky, grey and dreary drops drip from massed umbrellas. My eyes carelessly follow th

Johny eased to the end of the drive in front of his father’s patio home and parked be

Nonfiction.

Junior year.

2007-2008

Age: 17

There was a boy

Middle School in One Moment

Greg suddenly l

The tall, expressionless man that always sleeps against the vine covered brick wall in front of the cemetery decides to go

And they all came tumbling down…

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“Every dog has his day.” That saying has never done much for me. If you think about it, it&

White Lie

By Seth Harrington

Carlos and I met at a bar of all places; he was tending, and I was f

They say in the beginning that man and woman were as one creature. A creature with two heads, four arms and four legs; in a