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“How much longer do we have to stay out here for?” Yezus asked, folding his arms behind his head.

“You said you’d let me show you the woods for a few days. Try and enjoy yourself.” Richard kept his gaze steady, watching the trees.

“But how long is a few days?” Yezus looked over to Richard, waiting for him to look over. With no response, Yezus looked straight ahead at the trees again and tried to relax. “Aren’t you scared a witch will come out? Or a bunch of giant spiders? Or maybe the chainsaw massacre guy?”

Richard chuckled lightly. “Nature is the most peaceful thing to me and yet you manage to think about those things while looking at it.”

“I’m not saying that it’s the only thing I see, it’s just–“

Richard leaned over and kissed Yezus on the lips. He pulled away and took his hand. “We’ll go for a hike in ten minutes.” Then Richard went back to staring at the forest.

Yezus nodded, leaned back, and stared ahead too. He squeezed Richard’s hand. “If anything was to jump out, it’d definitely be that chick from the grudge.”

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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Man in the suit by apaxngh on deviantart

As an Asian boy growing up in London, he was familiar to insults. They’d tease him for his eyes, the breadth of his shoulders, and made it clear that he would be useless in bed with women. He was never a man the way they were men. He had taken that anger and consumed its energy. He was known as The Man In The Suit now. He was a hot-shot lawyer and women draped themselves over him, he was known for his prowess both in the business world and in the bedroom. He was cold and distant but flicked on charm at a moments notice. He was ‘a man’ by the standards of the boys who would tease him. But one day he woke up being particularly aware of how empty and lonely his expensive apartment was, and he wondered whether this was the kind of man he had always wanted to be.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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Forest Sculpture by Spencer Byles

“You need to stop seeing these things!” My father grabbed me roughly by the shoulders and shook me. “You need to close your eyes and tell yourself that they’re not real. I don’t care how real they look. I don’t care how tempting it can seem to walk towards them. You do not go near those archways of Satan! Do you understand?”  I kept staring out into the forest. Where did those archways lead?

I felt my father’s hands grab my chin. He snapped my head around to face him. My gaze fell on his anger-lit eyes. They were still there. The archways were in his eyes too.

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by Nikita Gill

I peer across to the other side of the river. I see only land. The sun is starting to rise, and I must get back to my duties soon. I have numerous water candles in my arms. I place them on the ground, careful not to drop any. I take one, nursing it like a precious baby, and then ease it into the water.

Our people believe that to increase fertility and please the gods, childless women should offer candle lights to the stream. Each candle represents a married year without children. My hands tremble as I drop the eleventh candle in the water. I wipe my tears and look over to the other side of the river. For a moment, I envision my child as an adult on the other side. Just one. Please, just give me at least one child.

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“You have a skull tattooed on your hand? Why on earth would you do that?” My father shook his head as he drove. “You were so beautiful before all these tattoos.”

“I think she looks cool.” My brother shrugged. I gave him a weak smile.

“Why would you put it on your hand like that?” my mother asked, looking towards the backseat where I sat.

I raised my hand and covered my face. The tattooed skull nose overlapped mine and so did it’s mouth. My mother’s brow furrowed and she looked worried. My brother exclaimed, “Cool!”

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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I stirred in bed, tossing and turning. The morning light blinded me. I gave up on seeking more sleep and turned to face my room. I noticed a strange black spot on my wooden chair. A cockroach? Grossed out by cockroaches, I leapt out of my bed to grab the bug spray. Taking a second look, I noticed that it wasn’t a cockroach at all.

I walked up to it and stared. It was a black thorn. How strange… I brought my finger close and touched the tip. I tried to pull my finger away, but I couldn’t. The thorn was suctioned onto my skin like a parasite. My pulse quickened. I yanked my finger back brusquely and blood spilled from the tip of my finger. Goosebumps erupted along my skin and my stomach dropped. I clenched my finger to stop the bleeding. What on earth… A second thorn erupted. Then a third. Before I knew it, there were hundreds of thorns all over my chair, wardrobe, and bed. They slid out from the wood with ease and they all pointed towards me. My eyes widened and I whimpered, “Mum… dad…”

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. I couldn’t get comfortable on the sand. I rubbed my sunscreen-slick brow but ended up getting sand all over my face. Shaking my head, I tried to brush it away. Giving up, I sat up right and looked out to the water. I scanned the people splashing in the waves. Where was my son? The clouds draped the sky, leaving us alone in the chill. Fear clenched my heart. I looked over to my left to alert my wife, but she wasn’t there either.

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A clove of garlic. A pinch of thyme. A drop of blood. I dropped it all into the small ceramic bowl. Strands of hair. Nail clippings. Arsenic. After I ground the ingredients, I noted them down in the family book. We had to be meticulous, we were the Odonalds and we wouldn’t get this wrong. Two daises. The child’s doll. Sharp needles. There would be no more crying children tonight.

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by Robert Carter

I stared at the middle aged woman. She was pretty, but she looked weathered. Large bags hung beneath her eyes. Her face looked permanently creased from worry. She stared at me with her eyes glistening.

“Hey,” she said softly. I didn’t know who she was. I just stared at her. Who in the world was she?

“Should I know you?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

As she took a deep breath and briefly closed her eyes, a tear ran down her cheek.

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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by Diggie Vitt

Don’t settle for money, son. Grab a job that you’re passionate about. If you have a job that you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. Make sure you can support yourself and support the family you will one day have. Be happy but be financially stable. Enjoy life, have holidays, but work hard and don’t take your job for granted. Why can’t you find the right job yet? Why are you so lost?

- Ermisenda Alvarez

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