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My mother was dead. Almost a month she was dead, killed by me.
Fiction
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
Features
To see—and to see properly—is the writer’s central responsibility.
Narrative Outloud
I am eleven years old and too young to die, but I am dying nonetheless.
Fiction
“Please, please, please,” she begged the class. “Please don’t do it.”
Poetry
Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher
Nonfiction
I understood that life could end without warning, even young lives.
Nonfiction
Why do girls want to cheerlead? Don’t they know it objectifies women?
Nonfiction
I think you’re carrying on to get your brothers in trouble.
Story of the Week
This Lee was a woman, and she was a painter, and she was good.
Nonfiction
In the seventies a skier’s mettle was measured by the length of his skis.
Story of the Week
Taller than most women, Sojourner Truth seemed to rise a little higher.
Narrative Outloud
Story of the Week
She says, It’s so difficult to find a good guy. My lips form a half smile.