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Not Right

[by Gerri Leen] I’m that girl. You know the one: black clothes, heavy boots, thick kohl eyeliner, hair dyed raven. I wander around the school, and you move away, afraid you’ll get cooties. You’d call me a goth, but there’s something off—I’m not just some kid trying to be counter-culture cool. I’m scary.
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Song of the Bean-Fionn

[by Shannon Connor Winward] We don’t know how it was my father drowned. He had no bruises, no tears on his clothes to suggest there’d been a brawl. He had no enemies, in any case. He didn’t drink. Perhaps an apoplexy took him as he bent to wash off the grime from his day. Perhaps he’d […]
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The Emperor

[by Gershon Ben-Avraham]   A harp was placed over the bed of David, and when midnight arrived a north wind used to blow in it, so that the harp would play by itself and awake David… — Babylonian Talmud, Berakoth 3b   I have seen only one photograph of the Emperor. To my knowledge, it is […]
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