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The Day the Woodpecker Landed on Me
By Isabel NeeIt was a scorchingly hot summer day in June when I walked up toward the house from the barn, heading toward the old cedar tree near the house. The tree had bird feeders hanging on it, and probably I was going to check the feeders to see how much seed they had in them.
Last Dance
By Kaitlyn O’NealThere are only three rules for survival: no contact with meat, dairy, or humans. He’s already broken two of them.
Subject: Passion
By Jessie HovisBreathing in. The lungs expand, chest tight. The air catches in my throat. Breathing out. The air slithers out, my eyes going, facing the paper. It is blank, void of anything but a red line and blue lines. My mind is already at work. What is it going to be?