The bells signal the eleventh hour. Each cacophonous explosion chimes high above the radio. I do my best to keep the volume loud to take...

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Brent stared at his daughter Tyra for what seemed like years. The five-year-old scribbled on her papers, a wide array of crayons before...

My feet shuffled towards the double doors past the secretary. My hands rummaged through my thinning hair doing my best to get...