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Flash CNF: The Man I Never Knew
he is remembered only in bits and pieces, with the question of how accurate those things about him may be, we will never truly know, he was a quiet jeweller who travelled across the island and more impressively he travelled with his father to our motherland, he fell in love and married young and lived…
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Flashing Lights
By Kandice Thompson The heaviness of the solid block of glass felt fragile, cradled in my palm, when I gingerly plucked it from its black dais. My damp finger smudges barely discernible to the naked eye as I clumsily maneuvered the weight closer for inspection. A glass paperweight is a thing to marvel at, beauty…
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Flash CNF#2: Guilty Victim
In primary school the teacher parted the class in two, boys on the left and girls on the right; Miss starred at the girls with bulging eyes, her words pierced the classroom’s atmosphere; you are young ladies; you should not go the bathroom alone, why?; don’t wear uniforms above the knee, mek it long ketch…
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Miska G.’s Modeled Writing Task #2: Call Me By My Name
“no one calls me by my name, you should call me by my name, I want you to call me by my name”
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Spurned
By Kandice Thompson That night in the backseat of your car, I pushed my head in between the front seats as if that would make you hear me. You screamed at us, me mostly, in the same language you spurned. My throat worked painfully as I swallowed dry, working up the nerve but conscious of…
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Miska G.’s Flash CNF: Naughty, Not Nice
We were all playing and laughing. So why am I the only one who is crying?
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