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I do not recall being born. I do not recall ever being birthed or created in any sense. I simply recall… awareness. All at once, without...

I stared at the blank screen in front of me. Perfectly empty and lifeless, just waiting for me to fill the spaces with the recounting...

On Sunday afternoons for the past 10 years, Barry Gainor and his band of bluegrass musicians have sat together on the Broadway Brewery...

Once the bell had rung, signalling the end of the day, I invited Liam Prescott to sit opposite me at my desk. I had been noticing his odd...

I drove over to Rachel’s apartment in a cold sweat, hoping to catch every red light possible. I didn’t want to be out here late at night...

For my spring semester at Valencia High, I was given the opportunity to shadow a business professional somewhere in the Santa Clarita...

I hadn’t realized how much time that I had spent staring at the creature in front of me until he raised his voice at me to tell me to snap..

Have you ever felt...lost? Alone? Unloved? Perhaps you’ve fallen into a spiral of emptiness and loneliness, one that no amount of therapy...