Slugball illustration by Frank Wu
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Sisters of the Blessed Diving Order of Saint Peter and Saint Andrew by A.C. Wise 5 January 2009 Lucy came to the Blessed Diving Order of Saint Peter and Saint Andrew in the usual way: her parents abandoned her as a babe in a little woven basket on the shore. Her first lullaby was the hush of waves rolling smoothed stone over stone and stringing tangled seaweed around her cradle. by Larissa Kelly 22 December 2008 It's always the little things in the future that are the hardest to adjust to. by Meredith Schwartz 15 December 2008 In eighth grade, two of the guys started whispering "smells like fish" to each other whenever I came near them. by Naomi Bloch 8 December 2008 Sarah was trying to come up with something friendly, but not empty, to say to her husband. Since the conversation in the lab they had kept their dialogue to a few safe, neutral subjects. |