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As They Imagine Us on Summer Nights

First Place — It had the makings of a quietsummer. We strapped pink wings to our shoulders and dove headfirst into blue...

Second Place — Dear Mama, I find it difficult to keep track of the days without my regular routine. I no longer feed pigeons...

Third Place — Syla’s palms were sweaty as she stared at the birch door and golden handle. Regardless of how she used the...

First Place — The ground is perpetually damp, the buildings creak, and the sun seems more like a hole forced into the sky...

Second Place — If we whispered the name of a dead person, it winked like a friend. If we suppressed our fright and kept quiet...

Third Place — It was a dark and stormy October night in the beautiful state of Wyoming and Farmer Tim was about to go to bed...

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First Place — Dust clouds hung in the air. Sun rays wove between each particle in an intricate lattice, covering the study...

Second Place — The stares of the cruel eyes penetrated through me, transmitting a notion that my body was some sort of anathema...

Third Place — My mother says menopause is full of pain. Hot flashes, anger, despair, insomnia, a surge of untamable emotions...