Category: Creative Writing
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Tiny Love Stories
Maroon-Colored Helmet My uncle drove me to school without fail for five years of elementary school. Our routine wassimple: he would show up at 6:30 sharp, I would grab the maroon-colored helmet, put it on, andsit in the back of his scooter. The helmet was made for adults, so I had to hold onto it…
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Poetry: [What if I pass by the gate to Heaven and Hell]
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What if I pass by the gate to Heaven and Hell?Would the marble-smooth core tie me with invisible strings, push and pull my pulses? What if my flock leaves me behind?Would my life end there? Or will a new eternal one come blinking by? What if I am a static creature silently breathing in and…
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Chronicle of an International Student celebrating Lunar New Year away from Home
Though I am currently in the States, I live with two time zones: one of Eastern Standard Time, and one of Greenwich Mean Time +7. Exactly twelve hours apart the two worlds, and I caught in the state of living half in the future, half in the past. The perplexity intensifies greatly during the Lunar…
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First Person: A Recipe for Cultural Exchange
My story begins when the white St. Lawrence University van I was riding in came to a stop outside of Madrid-Waddington Central School (MWCS), home of the Yellow Jackets, 20 minutes from campus. Inside the van, 15 St. Lawrence students waited to begin the first-ever cultural exchange mission organized by Common Ground Connections (CGC), a…
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Poetry: Dear the Brother I Didn’t Know I Had
My mother’s water broke when she was walking in the factory yard, the metal-cutter went bam bam. Muscles twisting, muscles squeezing, muscles forming needles that stab from the inside out. Like the metal-cutter. Bam bam. She said it was too soon for the hospital, her hands rusted with new-earned pennies. The coins ran into her…
Thao Nguyen 