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Written By Kaitlin Milliken-Flohr She used to brush my hair. Mom running my fine strands between boar bristles, ever so gently. In the morning, she twisted sections into braids. At night, she dragged her fingers through to undo her work. We rarely touched.

Written By: N.Z.Thorne PRELUDE: CHANGE ​      A nine year old girl, sat on a large tree stump in a lush, green meadow. She wore a blue sundress, and her long, wavy black hair was held back by a single snap clip that kept her bangs out of her eyes. She sat there, seemingly upset and crying.

Written By: John Grey Damn barking dogs to hell. Infect infuriating neighbor with a plethora of nose warts. Show some whiners what is really out there to complain about. Give way to my inner primitive man.

Written By: John Grey It’s merely a cerebral cortex connected by synapses to thousands of neurons.

Written By: John Grey Flashlight under chin, his face is a ghost  and at such a young age.

Written By: M.D. Smith IV The GPS flickered, chirped like a dying insect, and went blank. Eric laughed and kept driving. “It’ll come back. It always does.” Shirley didn’t laugh. Southern Mississippi had thinned into something older and heavier.