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Trapped In A Dare

 by Calia Z. I buried my face deeper into the warm fabric of Vannia’s scarf to escape the pressuring stares of the urging classmates. The mousetrap looked innocent on the ground in front of me. I glared at it. We were supposed to put our hands on the set mousetrap and unset it before lifting […]

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Mail; In the Mind of A Three-Year Old

By Calia Z. “The mail goes in The blue box At the end Of the street. There is a man, Who comes And empties The box. Who takes All the mail To the Post office. Where it Is sent On a plane Or a train Or a boat To it’s Destination. Where it rides In […]

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Serenity

By Calia Z. Breathing heavily, I ran from the streets into the alleyway I called home. The rain was coming down hard, and there were people rushing toward their houses on Main Street. Rain was my favorite weather. It feels like my name, Serenity. I only know my name from the words engraved on the […]

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Outcast

By Calia Zhang She buried her face deeper into the warm fabric of her mother’s scarf to escape the pressuring stares of the crowd. The children looked so innocent as they played on the ground in front of her. She glared at them. She was supposed to be playing with them, not alone. People were […]

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