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Safiyya Bintali
They are all suspended in the past, road trip stops. They’re the places with a soft hum in the ceiling and chrome seats, with skill cranes that nobody changed the prices on, with regulars and the best damn butter pecan ice cream you’ll never taste again. They exist only in a plane filled with afterwards,…
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Bianca Matthews
Ellie’s tracks lassoed the dayroom as she dashed in from the rain. Her mother sat by the windowsill, tending to a handful of her house plants. She had a ceramic mug for watering, and a plastic spoon to dig out pests. There were hardly ever any, but she thought it was a nice precaution. Ellie…
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Irina Cristache-Taylor
Canterbury is a picturesque place. The Tudor and Victorian buildings line the cobblestone High Street where students and tourists meander soaking in the sunlight. Elegant silver-haired ladies wheel trolleys between shops passing by chatty couples who inhabit the terraces of the coffee shops. But there is another side to this almost Tolkienian universe. There’re the…
