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Lizard | Erisa Apantaku

February 10, 2016 by atatnall

Walking down the street, people stare at me. I’ve been in Taiwan for over one year and I still haven’t gotten used to the staring. I know I’m different. I’m a black female with a short Afro, tall frame, broad shoulders, no makeup. I just have to accept that people will want to take a longer, curious look. And sometimes still be confused by what they see. My first day at my school, a fourth grader asks: “Are you a […]

Categories: Erisa Apantaku, International Community Radio Taiwan

Good Running | Amanda Claire Buckley

February 10, 2016 by atatnall

It is 9pm. It is 9pm, and I’m jogging through a graveyard in the middle of New Hampshire. It is 9pm, and I am optimizing my time by using this time to think about what I will do tomorrow to optimize that time. I decide I will wake up at 4am. I will wake up at 4am, and that will not be a problem because I will be starving (having dreamt of nothing but peanut butter and pork roast). So, […]

Categories: Amanda Claire Buckley, Essay Fiesta

Man at Hawaii | Kevin Allison

February 10, 2016 by atatnall

The morning of my first day of high school I sat in an auditorium with about 300 other freshmen boys. There were going to be a lot of speeches from a lot of Jesuits. First, an older priest with beige hair came striding out onstage. He had a kind of JFK look about him. He meant business. He said, “Boys, we have a motto at Saint Xavier High School. Men For Others. What’s most important to us is that you learn […]

Categories: Kevin Allison, Risk!

Jericho | Jeffery Flannery

February 10, 2016 by atatnall

It all started the year I quit medical school. Actually, I flunked out of medical school. I got Fs in four out of six classes and my scholarship was gone. Poof! So there I was, kicked out onto the cold cement steps of this prestigious university, barely a nickel to my name, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. But I did know that I wanted to be with my girlfriend, Diane. Now Diane […]

Categories: Jeffery Flanery, The Moth

Law of Probability | Kerry Cohen

February 10, 2016 by atatnall

Funny how memory works like that, how we can go on in our lives, remembering some things but able to cancel out the times that you’d prefer to not remember until – bam – you’re riffling through some papers and are reminded that there was a time you made some very bad choices. I bought those tickets to Hawaii, and I bought them because my boyfriend had no money. I thought he had money about seven months earlier, when we […]

Categories: Kerry Cohen, The Moth

Sink, Swim, Party | Mara Sigman

January 27, 2016 by atatnall

I’m five and my swim class group is three levels below “Guppy.” While others are “Swordfish” and “Stingrays,” my day camp doesn’t even give us an aquatic creature name: we are “Basic Beginner – non-swimmers.” I visualize myself in “Pre-Guppy” or maybe one day “Guppy,” and eventually “Starfish.”But my little body won’t float or retain heat long enough to stay in the water for an entire swim lesson. I cling to pool gutters during swimming lessons and birthday pool parties, […]

Categories: Mara Sigman, Story Club North Side

The Fourth Quarter of Coolness | David McMillin

January 20, 2016 by atatnall

When the phone rang I leapt across the room, a dolphin breaking the surface before my nosedive back toward the cordless telephone in my parents’ kitchen. “Hello,” I answered. I was calm. I was nonchalant. I was a boy in the middle of puberty. “Hey,” the voice on the other end said. “It’s Amanda.”

Categories: CHIRP Radio's The First Time, David McMillin

Mozos | Bill Hillman

January 12, 2016 by atatnall

Excerpted from the book Mozos: A Decade Running with the Bulls of Spain I woke at dawn when an officer kicked my foot and walked away laughing. Laborers finished standing and securing the barricades fifty yards away. I wandered to Telefónica, the section of the bull run course near the bull ring. Beautiful young Spanish women swept past by the hundreds. I stood in the center of the street as they passed. I met eyes with them, told them bonita. Some […]

Categories: Bill Hillman, Story Club North Side

Best Love in the World | Arch Jamjun

January 7, 2016 by atatnall

I was eight years old and running for my life. I sped into the men’s bathroom, opened a stall door, and hid. “She isn’t allowed in here,” I thought to myself, “She can’t get me in here.” Four years earlier, my mother first had her way with me. It was a children’s fashion show at our Thai temple. She dressed me up as a young girl from the hill tribes of Northern Thailand. She attacked my four-year-old boy cheeks with blush, applied […]

Categories: Arch Jamjun, Story Club South Side

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