Personal Narrative – Liz Barry
A black sedan with chrome rims and a rust-red bumper cruises by. Its bass thumps the beat of a hip-hop song I don’t recognize. I’m at Bad to the Bone Auto Shop and Accessories on 34th Street S,...
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Personal Narrative – Jeremy Burton
Before I could think twice, the lie was out there, and I knew exactly why I told it. I had been on the phone with my mom, rehashing the first weeks of journalism boot camp at the Poynter Institute, and...
View ArticlePersonal Narrative – Marissa Harshman
The water is calm. The sun beams through the morning clouds. The air is thick and moist. The only sound comes from our shoes. The rubber soles slapping the concrete sidewalk. We’ve been running for 29...
View ArticlePersonal Narrative – Matthew Pleasant
When I met Dan, he told me to tuck in my shirt. Look sharp. For the purposes of my story I’d asked to help him move pianos around St. Petersburg. He agreed, but he didn’t want his customers thinking...
View ArticlePersonal Narrative – Jenessa Farnsworth
I felt utterly alone as I stared at the blue stained glass and the white chapel doors. I struggled to breathe through the stifling heat that seeped in from outside. The only sound was our own...
View ArticlePersonal Narrative – Arek Sarkissian II
I sat in the lounge of the dorm as my colleagues debated whether to spend their last Friday night at a bar or go see a movie. I was scared. To the left, I eavesdropped on a conversation between two …...
View ArticlePersonal Narrative – Dwayne Steward
The light around me is suddenly extinguished. My spirits drop, failure taking the place of naive expectations. The camera hanging at my side taps my rib cage, harder with every frantic step. I look...
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