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Canada

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by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)

December 2020

My words can be a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening. 

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by NAZEEFA AHMED (Canada)

December 2020

Mathematics: prove me

with your trig identities

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by AMY NAM (Canada)

September 2021

As early as nine years old, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, poking and prodding at the skin above my eyes to create double eyelids.

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by AALIYAH JALEEL (Canada)

July 2021

I remember

That sun-kissed evening in 1914

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by KOBY CHEN (Canada)

April 2021

When my mother and father had left for the west, they brought few things with them. 

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by SHERRY SHU (Canada)

August 2020

He scuttled furiously from beneath the undergrowth, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath. 

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by OTTAVIA PALUCH (Canada)

August 2020

People evaporate.

But not as quickly as water.

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by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)

April 2020

Jill climbed the dusty, rotting steps, and her upper half disappeared into the gloom. 

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by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)

April 2019

I found love in the plastic heart of a run-down souvenir shop. Sweat had dried in a sticky landscape across my back, and I was out of breath from the sheer force of the midday sun, and I was standing in between . . . 

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by ISABEL ALTAMIRANO (Canada)

April 2019

"Vente, mi amor, help me with dinner." I bound over to the kitchen, shooting a full-brace grin up at my abuela. She chuckled, patting me on the back, and led me to the counter.

"Here is the recipe", she said, waving to an ancient book . . .