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Written By: Alex Weimer Get up.  Get up.  Get up.  Morning dove and dew and rise  Bright and blue and sight for sore eyes  World does not sleep and neither should you  No curtains you have for me to seep through  Might be morning might be day  Yet you have

Written By: Alex Weimer

Written By: Christina Irvin The meeting of sun and ocean. It was a simple phenomenon, deceptively so. The boat rocked beneath my feet as I watched, testing my balance, and it left me nauseous.

Written By: Kayla Schimmel James is refusing to make eye contact with me, and has been since I asked him to talk after dinner. He’s looking at the TV, pretending to watch it nonchalantly. His restless hands betray him. I have to be careful.

Written By: C.M. Molina By flowers A corpse was there tangled up in a tree's branches

Written By: Ian Berling The storm had come in from the North and worked the ocean into a frothing, foaming cauldron ready to boil over at any moment.