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- A Night
to Remember by James C. Clar
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At nine-years-old, Jack Taylor
never got to stay up this late. He was watching a special newscast
on a portable black & white TV, the kind with the twin telescoping
antennas that pivoted off the back. Every time someone walked
across the floor of the rickety, old cottage he had to reach
over and readjust the tuning. |
Giant by Kevin Wu
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Some mountains are giants,
and wave their interminable bodies to the world, to no avail.
There is no end to them, one thinks, they are eternal. Tomorrow.
We will go and look at mountains which have no ending, or stories
of which there is no return. Giants, to look at, are amazed
with distance, that to cross mountains, giants, to cross everything,
including mountains, and the distance, so faint, unrealizable… |
Mutability by Ashutosh Ghildiyal
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Outside the building, some
boys were playing cricket on the road. The weather was pleasant
and slight breeze was blowing.
"What is it that you're reading, Abhish," asked Vivek
as he entered through the door.
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The
Old Man by J. B. Hogan
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The old man was on aisle three
arguing with a can of pork and beans. He had on a frayed golfer's
cap covering a really bad toupee, one of those that never fit,
not for a single moment, and it stuck up wildly from the back
of his scrawny chicken neck. He yelled at a cantaloupe in fruits
and vegetables, cursed a pound of bacon in meats and cheese,
then charged the paper products like they were an enemy machine
gun nest. |
- The Chicken
and Egg Question by Chen-ou
Liu
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My mother never got much schooling
and so lived her life as many women of her time did - as a housewife
managing the household. Family affairs were the sole focus of
her life, and the goings on of the world held little interest.
But everyone knew that my mother had a big heart for people around
her, and that it was agonizing for her when she read the headlines
about human atrocities occurring around the world. |
- What
Would Cliff Huxtable Do?
by Wayne Scheer
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Trudy had just turned fourteen.
To her parents, Rick and Jean, she looked even younger, with
her dark hair and Snow White skin, green eyes that still had
the wide-open look of a child opening Christmas presents and
teeth covered with enough wiring to receive free cable. And,
yet, she was standing before them arguing that she should be
allowed to go on a date with a sixteen-year-old boy from school. |
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