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TABLE OF CONTENTS Fiction "The

Accident" by

Shea

McCollum

Poetry "I

Had

"Spit

a

Dream

Buckets

"Grapefruit" "My

"An

Apology Nature

"For

2014

"Swiss "The

by

for of

Cheese"

Arc

of

My

Peaking

by

Beza

Thailand"

by

Dariela

Delgado

Alford

Alford

Seventh

by

Maria

is

by

in

Lawson

in

Beza

Life

Pie"

Beza

Carolina

by

Bombed

Delgado

by

Anxiety"

Bella"

was

Blueberry

Dariela

Fingers"

Sundial"

"The

House

and by

Mother’s

"The

My

Bella

Grade"

by

Parker

Logan

Hough

Hiers

Alford

One

Flatline

Away

from

God’s

Arithmetic"

Nonfiction "Pink

House,

"Flipturn:

Open

Door" by

Florida's

Favorite

Kassandra Small

Curiel

Town

Band"

Visual Arts "Basal"

by

"Buried

in

"girl "all

William the

Leech

Pumpkin

anachronism" cool"

"love

by

glove"

"Inhabitable "Live

In

the

"Evening

by

Taylor by

by

Dream"

Glow"

by

by

Kiera

Garvin

Anderson

Anderson

Taylor

Wall"

Patch"

Taylor

Anderson Karina

by

Deschamps

Karina

Karina

Deschamps

Deschamps

by

Kelly

Malandra

by

Miles

Cox


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N O I T C I F KUDZU FICTION N O I T C I F N O I T C I F N O I T C I F NOITCIF FICTION


THE ACCIDENT THE ACCIDENT

by Shea McCollum

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week:

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entire

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be

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subconscious

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for

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once

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feel

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with

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of

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in

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anxiety

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news

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later

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night

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with

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been

learn those to

words

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had

that

boy,

meant.

night

whom

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during in

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the

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protest

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broken

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watched

man’s

after

and

he

brother had

bloodied

gotten

state,

into

Ben

a

had

resembled. But like

a

in

that

missile

moment,

into

the

Rose

night.

the

young

man

as

he

took

off


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I HAD A DREAM I HAD A DREAM

MY HOUSE WAS BOMBED IN THAILAND

by Dariela Delgado

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finish

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across

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scream

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hour

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sunlight

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done

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place

where

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loved

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