by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
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Scholar’s Walk
by John Urban Apartment blocks South of campus In the distance, clouds Catch on Mt. Hamilton Yellow lamplight Early evening blue