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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Infinitesimal Machine

  

  By misseloquent, West Windsor, NJ

  It’s tiny, the spider—the size of a dandelion seed and almost the same shape, but certainly not as downy, soft, or welcoming. It returns my stare with four times as many eyes, standing completely still on a body supported by four times as many legs. Its legs look like the mechanical framework of...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  New Year's Eve in the City

  

  By misseloquent, West Windsor, NJ

  New York City wears an extraordinary scent tonight—a peculiar medley of smoke, sweat, and sickeningly sweet alcohol. The air is lit by a crescent moon and flashing neon billboards—it’s damp with expectation, with aspiration; and with the threat of imminent rain. But the blue-black sky isn’t ...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Indian Independance

  

  By misseloquent, West Windsor, NJ

  “Vande Mataram!” Throughout the swarming buzz of sound, the patriotic cry is the only one which resounds clearly--it pierces the pounding of the rain and reverberates in the humid air, into the coat of wet grime which makes the streets slippery and brown. “God bless India!” They wa...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Gemstones

  

  By misseloquent, West Windsor, NJ

  The ground is soft, thick, and clumpy, and it sticks to the inside of my raggedy nails as I tear out fistfuls of mud and throw them over my shoulder. Ripped grass, wet and slimy, covers the ruined black dress which had carried me through the morning’s funeral service, and a pile of unearthed soil ...