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a fairy magical halloween [narrative]

By Lynn Nguyen | October 30

The white tiles of the living room were cool to the touch of my bare arms and legs. In between the gaps of the tiles were lines of grout, some light gray, some dark, some brown, and the uneven surface discomforted my forearms and chest as I lay down on the floor. My mind was not wary of my body. Before ...

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nature writing [narrative]

By Lynn Nguyen | October 9

Holding my iPad against my body, I steadily lifted myself into the rolling chair. Once seated, I laid the tablet on my lap and peered out through the window. My grandma, a tiny Asian woman in a straw hat, was pouring water from a mug onto the garden plants in our front yard. After each watering, she ...

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living with friends [narrative]

By Ana Vissicchio | October 9

Lately, I’ve had a lot of those mornings that when I wake up, time just stretches, and I feel gelatinous. Like Jell-O. I’ve had more of them than I can count. I greet these viscous mornings with a groggy head and eyes that won’t open beyond halfway. A blindingly bright alarm clock mocks me. It’s ...

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change and choice as one [narrative]

By Gabrielle Yuan | September 25

I find myself in an ebb and flow state of mind—wandering in and out of consciousness—one part of me here and one in my hometown. Feelings like this regularly shadow me throughout late summer, the seasons unraveling into one until every part of my routine is twisting and turning without reason to ...

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sounds of the quiet green [narrative]

By Sarah Frank | September 25

It’s quiet here. It’s too early for cicadas, but I swear I hear them. I hear them intermingling with three girls sharing the highlights of their weekends and the rush of engines on the roads nearby. A school bus, followed by a motorcycle, followed by a minivan. I hear their engines hum, pause, rev, ...

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half-faded, but alive [narrative]

By Liza Kolbasov | April 24

Lately, I’ve been watching myself disappear again. I remember the feeling, achingly familiar, like the warm hug of your covers when you know you’ve slept too long past your alarm. It used to cling to me constantly. My freshman year of college, at any given point, I wasn’t sure whether I existed. ...

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By Ellie Jurmann | April 24

“We have a lot of fun here,” said a Brown Daily Herald staff member with his shoulders tensed up to his ears, in a tone so serious you would think he was delivering tragic news. Maybe the copious amount of devastating news he reports on the Daily has altered his perception of “fun.” The amount ...

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to be alone or not to be alone [narrative]

By Gabrielle Yuan | April 10

I wonder when I started being afraid of alone time. It’s been an unconscious, foreboding feeling for so long; I’ve adopted it to the point that I feel like I exist as a result of the feeling. What happens now, when I’ve grown used to relying on others? Memories of my childhood sporadically come ...

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the vacancy [narrative]

By Nina Lidar | April 3

I sit in the passenger seat. My mother holds the wheel with both hands, staring ahead at the gray road under a gray sky. I know, without looking up from the electric-blue kickboxing wraps I twine around my knuckles, from the accelerations and decelerations of the car, which stoplight we’re approaching. ...

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four-leaf (c)lover [narrative]

By Ellie Jurmann | March 21

If you cannot find me, look for me in the grass. In the rich green patches of earth, where the clovers grow, I am seated as I search for lucky four-leafs of my own. I sometimes feel guilty for uprooting the magic for the sake of my own collection. But then I stumble upon a little boy crying, and as ...

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