A Memory

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…time I walked into the studio, I asked myself “Have I made a mistake by transferring to SIU so I could major in Mass Communications?” The first person I met was John Katz, a professor in the School of Broadcasting. He was standing in the control room looking through the glass into the broadcast booth with a…

By Richard Levy

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Mud In My Bed

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My life is disordered by children and mud. You can't have one without the other. Well, you can, but would you want to?

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..have played happily in the garden in their usual roles of scientist and guinea-pig. This is a working compromise between the one who prefers his own company and the one who seeks brotherly attention…

By Fiona M Jones

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The Protest's Surprises

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…all the Libyan people lived in peace and less poverty within all fields. Libyan society was reserved and full of love, but they were hidden fear and sadness, almost rejected for their social opinion. However, Libyan community had been celebrating the revolution of alfatah for about 40 years by the end of August of…

By Bushra Tughar

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Destiny Lines Rhetoric

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…often been accused, among other things wholly unprintable, of being too liberal with rhetoric in my writing, as if I were a party politician sitting in opposition. My ideas have been attacked as mere rhetoric. While I do understand, having associated itself with politicians has given rhetoric a bad reputation - in truth, however, it makes the most of a thought; dressing it for effectiveness on occasion. For who would…

By PritiJ

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The Rain Merit Badge

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Girl Scouts go camping.

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…I was ten my girl scout troop, all decked in green and satchels, waved to our clustered parents. I remember the smiles, and what appeared to be tears as our long yellow school bus drove away. We were leaving for the whole weekend. Our homework from school was finished or put off indefinitely. We sang…

By Alex Almeida

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Coma

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It is a story that tells how to return from death ruined my life.

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…al fin, un raro frío en los huesos me obligó a abrir los ojos de golpe, alrededor todo era de rojo a gris, algo me limitaba el cuello, así que recorrí mis alrededores con la mirada, yacía involuntariamente inerte en horizontal, recostado en lo que parecía ser una cama de… (Translation Inside)…

By Charlie Vital

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