Seeing the World For What It is

By Brianna Vega

When I touched back down in Oakland, everything felt familiar but not in the same way it used to. The street, the people, and the energy were all things I knew but something felt shifted.

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Then, She Began to Weep

By Jayson Pagaduan

Then, she began to weep. Tears streamed down my grandma’s face. It’d been over 18 years since she’d last seen her oldest sister, and though she passed a few years prior, the grief of losing her must have felt as fresh as ever. Kneeling before the grave, she cried and apologized profusely for not coming back to see her sooner.

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Snake

By Zhakhongir (Joha) Abdukayumov

The snake didn’t belong there. It felt like something pulled from a distant, humid world, a place of heat and water and dense green, not from a dry place like ours.

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