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Disability is Diversity: The Case for Reading Outside Comfort Zones

By Ember-Reece Richardson I love reading. It’s a way for me to destress after a long day, spend some time in my imagination, and become inspired by legends and stories that I one day hope to share with future generations. If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably seen the videos and essays on the benefits of reading diversely.  With teachers and librarians remarking on high rates of illiteracy among the next generation and the skyrocketing Read more…

By casey_mccarthy, ago

Neurodivergence

By Haley Brock Imagine someone was born with malformed hips that prevent them from walking. Everyone says they are not disabled and refuses to label them as such. They have to wear traditional shoes, walk up and down stairs, and participate in PE. They are denied mobility aids, elevators, ramps, or any assistance devices that may help them with essential tasks like driving a car or going to the grocery store. The people around this Read more…

By dikshya_pattnaik, ago

Romance Contest Runner-Up: Best Cakes in Town

by Sarah Hart “No, one and three-fourths of a cup of flour,” I said, enunciating the number this time. “That’s a one-cup and a three-fourths cup.” “I do know math, Lila,” Matthias pointed out as he pawed through the different measuring cups, finally selecting the correct two. “But you said one three-fourths, not one and three-fourths.”  “Did not!” I rolled my eyes at him, gesturing to the laminated recipe card in my hand. “I read Read more…

By dikshya_pattnaik, ago

Lungs

by Elisa Davidson The dead are always starving. Craving our food, our love, everything that fills us up and keeps us warm at night. The gnawing hunger that filled them in life reaches out and snatches them from peaceful release, dragging them back into the world of the living. They become shells of who they were, aimlessly searching for the one thing that could release them from endless torment. On the third day of that Read more…

By dikshya_pattnaik, ago

Exit Wound

by Andrew Busch The gravity felt like it doubled as Joi approached the front door of the bank. “You ready?” Ant asked. A gas mask hung around his neck where the edge of a tattoo curled above the shoulder strap of his armored vest.   Joi glanced through the spotless glass at the two tellers and a guard positioned inside. They were huddled in front of a screen in the corner of the room, watching the Read more…

By sarah_burton, ago