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by Devorah Uriel            A shrill whistle cuts through the warm summer air and I spin to follow the sound, my mouth suddenly dry. F...

by Zach Reichert “Why’s it gotta be so loud?” the patient in Room 2 groaned. “I’m going crazy in here.” A high-pitched alarm chirp...

by Tracy Youngblom                     You know, he begins, an older person or someone in worse physical condition wouldn't have ...

by Stephen Beckwith From the street, my neighborhood was the perfect post-war collection of starter homes. Boxy ranch houses and faux C...

by Gary Fincke Whiz Kids We were Sputnik children, the designated smart ones who had been accelerated in science and math since sev...