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The Air Trembles
The air trembles as vacant places shift.Everyone howls sometimes,eyes turned toward the woods. Everyone trickles as best they can between the rocks. The air trembles as night turns into day. If you ask me whether to dive,or to wait for the wave,I’ll… Continue reading
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Five Dead Friends
Five dead friendsstill live on my phone. Their faces appearwhen Google remembers,when Facebook reminds. Smiling.Drinking.Dancing. But how?They’re in the ground.And I am on the ground.They’re in the sky.And I’m under the sky. My phone suggestsI invite them to a party,send… Continue reading
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From my novel “Last Festival”
My name is Tali. I’m almost eighteen, and, believe it or not, I’m a hostage. I know, it sounds wild, but it’s true. When I was getting ready for the Nova Festival, I had no idea it would end up… Continue reading







