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Jerome stuck his arm in the air. He did not know what was customary, but found he received prompt service. " Schritt innen," the driver said. Jerome tapped on the back of the taxi, signifying he wanted the him to open the trunk, but the driver did not budge. " Schritt innen. Jetzt." Jerome decided to just shove his bags in the back seat and get in. Before he could even close the door, the driver sped off.
"The Hotel Jager, please." The driver nodded and increased his speed. He was greatly slumped over, his long nose resting on top of the wheel as if he was using it has a handkerchief. Jerome thought this poor posture for a taxi driver and sat up in his seat to encourage him. The driver had a fresh, though unshaven face with eyes that changed from green to brown and back again every time he turned a corner. His hair was freshly dyed an unnatural, flat black, but needed cutting, as it stuck out from underneath his crooked grey fedora in great wisps. Jerome couldn't help staring a
Two Sides of the Same Coin
TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN
Let's vote on the edge.
By: Minx Pinko
At school we have been taught about democrats and republicans and what they believe in. Then we are told to choose between them. Americans, humans, cannot be filed into two slots comfortably (except perhaps "dead" and "not dead yet"). We are all different shapes and our pointy little human corners get stuck sometimes. Even if you cannot vote yet, I implore you to look at this list of third parties that I have compiled. It is completely unbiased, unlike the rest of the Agenda, with is total bullshit propaganda and lies, trying to coerce you to buy a certain brand of pencils…I've said too much. Just read.
Note: All candidates' names were supplied by the party's website at time of publication and are subject to change.
The American Party is a populist conservative party. Not to be confused with the American Party Outlet, which offers Discount Party Supplies for all Occasions. Instead they "promote respect for life, liberty
"Son," said my father, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow before continuing to chop wood, "it's time you learned what it was to be a man."
"Dad," I said, "why did you hack our shed to pieces with that ax? We spent all spring working on --"
"That's not important right now. What's important is you becoming a man. I'm going to teach you how to be a man. Son…we're going rafting."
This was going to be so awesome. This was going to be the best day of the summer – no, of my life.
Unfortunately, my mom, snot nosed little brother and bratty sister had to go with us. After some whining and a touch of hearty groveling, Dad allowed me to bring my girlfriend, too. Her name is Sadie Magillicudy. She looks like Franz Kafka in drag, but she has a really nice personality. I thought my stupid brother was going to wet himself over being invited to go. "Hey, Orson!"
"Daddy is taking me rafting!"
"I know; we're all going."
"Even Ambrosia, Son?" Ambro
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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