Stories

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Photography & Art

The materials were everyday and the possibilities were open-ended.

Story of the Week

I could not tell what visions were vanishing in the dying slave.

Story of the Week

Like a ghost, he appeared at the entrance of his hermitage.

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Poem of the Week

Subtract for the cigarettes, the bourbon, the sleepless nights.

Nonfiction

They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Poem of the Week

His mouth hardens whenever their son’s name is mentioned.

Fiction

The dead children were wheeled away, covered with white sheets.

Poetry

Beyond the glib off-white palisades lies the answer to an urban dream.

Story of the Week

Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.

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Story of the Week

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

Story of the Week

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

Poem of the Week

Am I here without me just as I was before when stars spoke.

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Poem of the Week

There are the short and decisive words: yes, no, now, never, love, death, poetry.

Story of the Week

Your intelligence and charisma would serve you well in life.

Poem of the Week

We couldn’t tell which of us was a girl or a boy we gorged on dirt.

N30B Winners

How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.

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I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.

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Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.

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My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!

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Getting answers is easy. The difficult thing is knowing the right questions.

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Follow your dog, and you might just live to write for another day.

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Abandon the idea that arts and sciences are mutually exclusive.

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Needless to say, when it was my night to read I was beyond terrified.

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Reviewers are curs and their opinions are not to be taken seriously.

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To see—and to see properly—is the writer’s central responsibility.

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I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

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Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.

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Rebecca Seiferle