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Dave and Charlie In- A Novella By Ben Kharakh (Age 16)
1It was a dark corridor that gleamed with a sparkle that only dulled metal and dust could produce; it smelled of ammonia and dried blood; it was deafly silent, except for the sound of a slight rattling, which seemed to … Continue reading
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Painter Man (age 16)
A man was painting in his studio apartment. It wasn’t a nice place, and, in addition to being decrepit, the apartment was located in the bad part of town. The conditions were so sordid that those who robbed the elderly … Continue reading
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Two Guys on the Beach (age 19)
There’s two guys on the beach facing the water. Jim: I really like the beach. John: We have a lot of memories here.
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Growing up Amway (age 21)
Growing up, I often accompanied my father on various business trips. And what business was that? Amway! I wanted so much to be like my father that in the 5th grade I even went as far as trying to indoctrinate … Continue reading
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Boring as Hell (age 17)
Steve was crossing the street after dropping some bills off at the mailbox. It was early; too early to be drunk, one would think, but not for Bill. Bill was drunk for almost three hours when he hit Steve. It … Continue reading
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Somehow a fat kid and peer pressure (age 21)
Despite all the running around I did growing up, I had somehow morphed into a fat kid. It could have been because I used to steal candy. Most people have a Snickers every once in a while, but I’d have … Continue reading
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Dr. Scratchensniff and the Holocaust (age 21)
My earliest memory is one I don’t remember having. It’s of me, according to my mother, accidentally mispronouncing words in Russian and causing my parents to laugh hysterically. After that, I’d try to mispronounce words on purpose, but it never … Continue reading
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The Monster in Me (age 21)
With months to go before the end of eighth grade, I had my first meeting with my future classmates. At the time, I was always nervous about meeting new people and took comfort in seeing that a boy from my … Continue reading
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