Category: Creative Nonfiction
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by the light of a yellow lamp at 1am
I will miss them. Not because we share a special connection, not because we have anything in common at all, not even because any one of them is kind or friendly in the least—I will miss them because I know them. And they know me. Isn’t that all I want of life: to know and […]
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Night, sadness
The beauty of this night lies in three layers. The first is the silent majesty of the mountains: sleeping giants against the sky. The second is the city that shines beyond the mountains in dots and spectacles of light, so perfect you cannot believe it is not a scene from a movie. It hums with […]
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Twilight
But with the shared loneliness comes shared kindness. Now the small child curled up on the couch hugs his stuffed animals a little more tightly, and the teenager exiting the deserted subway station talks to his friend a little more quietly, and the tired hands of the father caress his daughter’s hair a little more […]
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Awakening
“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” Henry David Thoreau Be real. Be real. If not for anyone else, you must be real at least for me, I whisper. I wait for salt spray to splash me in the face and for wind to knock […]
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Thanksgiving
I sit on a wet driveway, letting the rain soak me. Forget sitting in solitude and reconstructed perfection, forget taking time to reflect and reconnect with yourself—I am too tired, and my head hurts too much, and anyways it is raining and I do not know what I believe. But I am thankful for sky, […]
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Friend
Love of another person, a strange concept for this stony fifteen-year-old heart. But talking to you at 8 PM through a screen, a little nervous and a little pleased, I want only good things for you, you beautiful and kind person. You told me you thought it was cool that I was applying for college […]
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Cajamarca
The sight spreads like wildfire. Two Inca children scramble to their feet as they watch Pizarro’s procession pass, before running to alert their communities of these pale-skinned strangers who carry firearms and mount animals. When the exhausted Europeans enter the city, they discover that in the face of the 80,000 Inca troops being notified of […]
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Accidental Light
You get into bed at midnight and spend an hour tossing and turning, mind racing, heart racing, unable to sleep. Wide awake, your bare feet hit the carpet and as you reach the top of the stairs you realize that the house is asleep and there is something intoxicatingly beautiful about hearing your family’s snores. […]
Rebekah Che — writer 