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pre ems cer se9° ae POLICE DEPARTMENTWorm CPS-"~PO"647CITY OF FAYERVILLEPROPERTY CLERKTS INVOICE OR RECEIPTSeptember 26, 2015Received of___Pelice Lab Crime Scene Search Section the following described articles,§ recovered stolen property:Evidence in Offense No._F_8595® Arrest No | Charge MurderPage Category Quantity4 Best in show 18 *Film 614 *Dance 4Lt *Music 119 *Animation 721 Book Arts 324 Ceramics 428 Drawing 3a Graphic Design 538 Illustration 342 Metal Design 546 Mixed Media 450 Painting 454 Photography 560 printmaking 464 Sculpture bi68 Textile Design 2T2 Literary 685 Credits* These entries can be viewed in their entirety at the following address:www.ecu.edu/cs-studentaffairs/rebel| A Dwi insN2 9581 @G | noesIf neither evidence nor recovered stolen property, wnte on face of this form in detail reason for police possession.1.

A group of thieves broke into the FayervilleMuseum of Art last night and stole over 60works worth thousands of dollars.The burglary was reported last night by awitness who was walking their dog. A singlemasked intruder was caught on securityfootage taking the artwork away, accordingto the prosecutor's office. A Window had beenbroken giving access to the museum.Police and investigators have sealed off themuseum.Visitors wishing to tour the museum weremet with disappointment after climbing thesteps to the ornate wooden doors of themuseum. Awaiting them at the top of thesteps, written notices stated visitors wouldhave to come back another time due tootechnical reasons.� By early afternoon, theentrance had-been cordoned off and securitybarriers erected

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Barnacles Taylor Meadows Third PlaceAwesomeT Possum Ashlyn Hall Honorable Mention

Fax: 593 ue.Fayerville Car Rental Email: info@fayervillecarrental.com|Rental Agreement #: 695995Renter's Nee: 5a anaDriver's License Number: | rtiisCist Issuing State: NC Expiration Date: 11/29/2020i eePhone Number: Email:Vehicle Details:Type: Large Van AutoModel: Chevrolet ExpressLicense Plate: M34MC9Miles Out:Miles In:Fuel Type: Unleaded' Fuel Out: 0a edFuel In:Rental Details:Start Date / Time 09/30/2015 09:00amReturn Date / Time 10/02/2075 05:00pmRates and Fees | Days Rate TotalStandard 2 $100.00 $200.00Satellite Navigational System Daily @ $10.00 $20.00Tire and Windshield Waiver Daily @ $2.00 $4.00Total Cost of RentalAll charges subject to final audit $224.00a a | aPayment DetailsBalance Due $224.00Card Type: Amex 0 ee| Card Holder Name: rrrtsi"Cr�si"CO*ss Card Expiration Date: 06/18Important Termsae a¢ You authorize all amounts due under this rental agreement to be charged to the credit card or account name shown on this form.e Daily rates apply to each consecutive 24 hour period.e A charge may apply if the vehicle is not returned to the renting location.¢ Charges will apply if the vehicl is returned with less fuel than the check out fuel reading.e You are responsible for ALL road and traffic fines incurred. In addition an administration fee of $99 will be charged per fine.e Lost keys will incur a charge equal to the replacement cost.¢ Loss or damage waiver excludes all reversing damage, overhead, undercarriage, water & hail damage, abuse and negligence.e Loss or damage waiver is void if the driver is not listed on the agreement.¢ A callout fees applies if a roadside service provider is called and the renter is at fault (eg. the keys are locked in vehicle).¢ No refunds apply for early returs. Change of plans must be relayed to our office.

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ThePerfect~ OTAnthologyThe Perfect World Anthology Pt.Deadeye BrewingThomas DavisTable of CoittentsiThe Killers $BThe Guest AQTim CastaniaChapter tKillersErnest HemingwayThe door of Henry's lnnchroom opened and tiemen came in, They sal down at the counter,oWhat's yours?� George asked them.~L don't knew," one of the men said. oWhat do youwut Lo eat Al?oTL don't know,� said Ai, oT don't know what f wantto eat.�Outside was getting dark. The streetlight carneon outside the window. The two men al the counterread the menu. From the other end of the counter NickAdams watched them. He had been talking to Georgewhen they carne in.oTT have a roast pork tenderloin with apple sauceand mashed potatoes,� the first man &oTt isn't ready yet.�oWhat the hell do vou put it on the card for?�oThat's the dinner,� George explained. oYou canget that at six o'clock.�George looked at the cleck on the wall behindCOUTILEE.oIt's five o'clock.�oThe clock says twenty minutes past five,� thesecond man said,~TtTs twenty minules fast.�oOoh, tor hell with the clack,� the first rnan said«JAIL| BIRDHonorable Mention (tie)oWhat hare gan pot io eat?�icast Ree You any kind of sandwiches,�Gear sont. oYou can have ham and eggs, bacon andeggs. lifer and bacen, or a steak.�Give me chicken croquettes with green peas andCream saice and mashed potatoes.�oThat's the dinner.�oEverything we want's the dinner. eh? That's theway you work il."Lean give you ham and eggs, bacor andeggs, liver.oTE lake ham and eggs,� the man called Al seHe wore a derby hat and a black overcoat bulionacross the chest. His face was smail and white and hehad tight tips, Ne wore a silk mu and glovesGive me bacon and eggs,� said the other man.He was about the same size as AL Their faces weredifferent, but they were dressed like hwins. Both woreovercoais too tight for them. They sat leaning forward,their elbows on the counter.oGet anything to drink?� Al agked.oSilver beer, Bevo, ginger-ale,� George said.oTimean you got anything te drink?�ofust those J said.�oThis isa hot town,� sid The other, oWhat do they call #7�Honorable Mention (tie)JAILBIRD29

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Fayerville Police Department F 04171979To: Det. Astin Date of Exam: October 15, 2015Complaint Number: Case File Number:Subject: Unknown EGh. UnknownAdaress: NA DLN:City/State: OB:Place of Employment:Purpose of Investigation:Grand TheftRemarksIn the pretest interview, the subject stated she was out of town when the burglarytook place. She denied any involvement in taking the works of art or the locationof their whereabouts. She also stated she does not suspect anyone.A ten question polygraph test was formulated and four polygraph charts wereconducted. The test contained the following relevant questions:Q.#2. Have you ever been to the Fayerville Museum of Art? EOQ.#5. Were you in Fayerville the night of the burglary? agQ.#9. Did you take the art in question from the Fayerville Museum of Art? olo"Q.#10. Do you know any parties involved in the burglary? aeIt is the opinion of this polygraph examiner that this subject recorded significantresponses indicative of deception when she answered the above listed relevantquestions in the manner noted.Conclusion:Deception detectedRoger Feldman

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Draven & Associates, PLC5607 Elkwood CourtPhone: (555) 683-2202Fax: (555) 683)- 3901NC Bar No. 020377tydraven@dravenlaw.comIN THE SUOERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF NORTH CAROLINAIN AND FOR THE COUNTY OF FAYERSTATE OF NORTH CAROLINA No. 2016-0328-001DTPlaintiff: SUBPOENA DUCES TUCEMean "DefendantYOU ARE HEREBY ORDERED to appear on March 28, 2016, at 8:30a.m., before the JudgeEleanor Keith Fayer County Superior Court, 2701 Weatherspoon St., Fayerville, North Carolina,Courtroom 5B and to remain there until excused by the judge conducting the proceeding,to give testimony on behalf of the Defendant and to bring with you:Cell phone usage from September 1, 2015 to October 1, 2015 of inmatelf all above information is obtained from FCSO no later than March 28, 2016, yourattendance will not be required.Lynn PhillipsClerk of the Superior CourtRequests for reasonable accomodations for persons with disabilities mustbe made to the division assigned to the case by the parties at least3 judicial days prior to the scheduled court proceeding.

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TeCreative Non-FictionNearsightedBrika DILEtrIckFirst PlaceMy alarm clock pounds in my head, begging for myattention"itTs time to get up. Snooze once, shameon early morning classes. Snooze twice, shame onme. | roll out of bed and grab my phone for thethird time to finally silence it. My fingers lightly tapand glide over the screen, the artificial light burningmy eyes so that everything around it appears asdarkness. 82 degrees and sunny with a 0% chanceof rain. Great! | think to myself.| set my phone down and stumble into thebathroom to look at myself 2 feet away from a mirror.Grab my toothbrush, hairbrush, and other tools forstyling, all within armTs reach. (My makeup on a goodday). Walk a few feet to my closet and ponder overmy clothes, my eyes scanning a few feet of space.| then stare a few inches down at my breakfast andmanage to sneak in some time a few feet away fromthe TV. The news is important, telling me everything |need to know about the outside world.I'm late for class. My steps are quick as | smoothlymaneuver around the sleepless walkers. Sidewalk,phone, people. My eyes know the drill. ItTs a skill ITveacquired in college.My class is on the third floor, so | step into anelevator just a few feet wide. There are a couple otherstudents on the elevator. We pretend to play with ourphones a few inches from our faces because the fewinches of space between us is awkward.| go to class so that my eyes can follow a newroutine. Notebook, projector, notebook, projector.My back hunches to get closer to the paper, writingas rapidly as possible. This particular professorhas a routine on his own: PowerPoint, back wall,PowerPoint, back wall. The few feet of spacebetween him and us feels like the Grand Canyon.Sidewalk, phone, people. Elevator, class. Sometimesthe stairs so | can get my exercise.In the afternoon, | walk back to my apartment.| shade my eyes with my hand initially"l donTtremember it being this sunny and hot. | notice howpretty the campus looks today. The trees sparklewith golden sun-light, each intricately-designed leafwaving softly in the breeze. The vibrant, red brickpath that winds around each building is passionatelyilluminated, and the flower beds are adorned withstar-shaped flowers, all of it under a blue sky assmooth as a stone. The openness is electrifying.| suddenly have the desire to drop off mybackpack and play soccer on the quad, go camping,feel all of my muscles worked, allowing my eyes togaze upon a large expanse of Earth and soak up allthe details.But | have a biology exam and work tomorrow.The deadline for my graduate school applicationis coming up fast. My surroundings fade away intonon-existence as | take my time walking home:sidewalk, phone, people, the occasional tree.When | get to my apartment, | throw my stuff onthe floor, flop onto the couch, and take a break fromthe day. | text my friends a few inches from my faceand watch Nettlix a tew feet from my face and don'teven bother to look down at my hand as it reachesinto a box to bring food to my face.When | know | can't wait any longer, | get to work onstudying. | hunch at my desk so that there is nothingbut the view of my notes, my laptop, my book a fewinches from my face. | guiltily take breaks to scroll mynewsfeed, liking pictures of people being happy.Outside my window is total darkness, so | closemy blinds, maybe find more food, and get readyfor bed. | walk a few feet to my bathroom to lookat the mirror a few inches from my face, reach formy toothbrush, allow my eyes to scan a few feet ofdrawer space full of sweatpants.| climb into bed aching even though | did notphysically labor, exhausted though my brain flickersthrough e-mails and tasks for tomorrow like aslideshow. And with the few moments of energy| have between now and Stage 4 sleep, | remindmyself how it feels to be able to see for miles.

FictionLockersMcKenzie SheltonFirst PlaceAll around me, lockers are slamming. To the right, tothe left, behind me and to the left, below me. Peoplein this school are constantly slamming their lockers,as if that metallic, ear-splitting clang will makethem get to where they're going quicker. TheyTre incompetition with one another, | swear, A free periodto the kid with the most obnoxious locker slam! Allaround me, a zinging cacophony of lockers.As I'm finishing delivering my books to my ownlocker, | close and then carefully, quietly, shut it,savoring the satisfying click it makes, metal on metallocking things in place. Keeping my things safe,lockers are good things, donTt you think? They'reprivate, uniform, clean, reliable...no frills security. |like lockers. Don't get me wrong, | mean | like otherstuff...oversized shirts, tapestries, C.S. Lewis, foreignmovies...lockers are just cool boxes, simple withgreat utility. Safe.Back to slamming"it would always be like this.Every day, 3:30pm during the after-school flurry ofpapers and hormones, | would be standing on myside of the hall, putting my things away, Aidan wouldbe on the opposite side, doing the same. All of asudden one locker would slam, then another, thenanother...another, and another...lockers arguingand screaming over each other! | would listen totheir lead pipe song for a second and then cast aglance over my shoulder...was he looking? His broadgrin broadened when he caught my eye and | shylylooked down, following the guidebook for flirtingthat I'd learned from the movies. Always coy, alwaysgentle. You are a flower. | know now from experiencethat ITm less of a flower and more like...a locker.Real world again, and | look where Aidan alwaysstood on the other side of the hall. ItTs funny howthe papers keep on flying and hormones continueraging and lockers go on slamming even whenheTs not there. Funny. | shift my now lightweightbackpack onto my other shoulder and head downthe hallway, away from the frenzy. Keeping to theright side, | manage a brisk, even pace, turning leftat the courtyard. My eyes scrape over the posters| see everyday"various authoritative figures andcelebrities wallpaper the school, imploring me tostay away from drugs, sex, and rock nT roll. | catch aglimpse of my reflection in the glass of a courtyardwindow. Wow, do | look rough! Hair in a matted bun,baggy button-down hiding all but suggestions ofcurves, worn-down boots, rolled up sleeves, darkcircles, chewed fails_..| remember Aidan always made fun of my fashionchoices. oHey Cleo, are you trying grunge chictoday? We should all call you Cleopatra...Queenof the Style!�...Smartass. He wasnTt so cleanedup himself. Scraggly beard, crooked nose frombreaking it when he was four after he fell off of atrampoline, dark, long hair that he daily strangledinto a ponytail. But he had eyes that laughed likemusic and a mind like Excalibur.| tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, the pieceout of the whole straw-colored pile that was cut tooshort. Then | move on from my reverie. | toss aroundpoem ideas and try to suppress my dislike of ruralpublic high school and the group of girls in front ofme who seem unaware of the obvious fact that theyare physical clones of one another. | donTt have asuperiority complex, | just feel like there are somemarked differences between myself and my peers.Like...I'm Tolstoy, they're Twilight. I'm Cognac andthey're Franzia. | realize how negative | sound and |look around for something lovely. I'm approachingthe exit near the front office now, and | spot Jaylawaving ecstatically at me. Well, not just me, butat the passersby, at anyone who will wave back.Jayla is a grade below me, a really sweet, black,handicapped girl in an automatic wheelchair. Shehas a great smile on her face, sheTs beaming andwishing everyone she rolls by a fantastic weekend!Her weekly ritual. | come up to her, waving, and askwhat her weekend plans are. She is happy to informme that she will be spending the next two dayspetting her cat, watchingie

74Spongebob, and eating brownies. Sounds like a damngood weekend to me. Like always, | giver her a lighthug upon her request, and say my goodbye. As | exitthe building through the large front doors, | look overmy shoulder at her, sheTs screaming at someone on theother end of the hall to have a fantastic weekend! Jaylais lovely! My faith in humanity is restored again.Lovely. oLovely� is a lovely word, in my opinion.ItTs full, round, has that gentle oLT sound at the start,sliced down the middle with the oV� that pulses withelectricity as it moves forward to its destination, theoee.� What a satisfying word. | really like words. Theyspeak to me, | guess you could say. No wait, thatTs silly,words speak to everyone. | give up on words as |Tmthrowing my backpack in my car, collapsing into thedriver's seat. Aidan and | always played word games.We would be sitting on my deteriorating couch in thebasement, watching game show reruns and critiquingthe character of the hosts. Bob Barker, sex scandals...Alex Trebek, hair gel and philanthropic conspiracies...suppose we were pretty bored, | think while | pull outof the school parking lot. We were playing a wordgame the first time he told me he loved me. He askedme to play a game, free association he called it. oYousay a word, and I'll respond with the first word thatcomes to mind. Let's just see where it goes from there.�Okay. oLights� | said. oSun,� he said. oMother,� | said.oBitch,� he said. oDog,� | said. oCat,� he said. oPussy,� | said.oSex,� he said. oLove,� | said. Him: |. Me. Him: Love. Me.You, he said. You can guess where it went from there.| pass 3, 4 and 5" Street while ITm remembering.My alarm on my phone goes off and | grab the littleorange pill bottle with mine and my psychiatrist's nameson it. | twist off the cap and look down briefly at theopen bottle...it looks like a mouth, perfectly roundwith all those little white pills rattling around inside it,hungry for its dinner. Pills have a lot of power. If | tookall of these... | shuddered a little and popped one inmy mouth. Psychiatrists have a lot of power. | wonderif they know how much power? I'd been taking one ofthese little white bad boys once a day for about threemonths now, ever since. | hear itTs a healthy thing toao,Now I'm thinking about stress, | turn left ontoSouth Street, passing our favorite pizza place. | alwaysthought | was the one with all the stress. Maybe itwasn't so much stress as cynicism. | was the one whoalways needed support, a hug, some uplifting. Aidanwas really good at that. He was a constant beam, ofbrightness, the light to my dark, the sun to my moon.Among other clichés. But really, | was like the weirdsulfuric smell that comes off of a beautiful matchthat's just been lit. A sort of accessory to a scientificmarvel. He told me to stop talking about myself likethat. That | was a queen, Queen Cleo of the Style. Ha.| never really accounted for his stress. | tried, certainly,asked him how his day was, what was on his mind?Did he like the new alt-J album? Did it speak to himon a stratospheric level? Even when | was actuallyable to muster what could be considered a odeepquestion,� he masterfully turned the subject aroundinto a game or an intellectual debate. | thought hewas a master of minds, | realize now that he was amaster of avoidance. | knew things were happeningfor him, but | didnTt really know to what extent. When| asked him about it, and finally received a shred oftruth, he told me it wasnTt just one thing. It was allthe little things that accumulated every day until thisgiant, acidic, man-eating monster is created out ofyour fears and anxiety and bottled up resentment,and it's coming for you.| pull into the parking lot of the tidy, invitinglooking building that heTs been living in for the lastfew months. ItTs very white. Very sterile. There arebushes at the entrance, a fake tree in the lobby. | slammy car door shut and take a deep breath. | try to pushout all of my own anxieties as | exhale. | enter, checkin with the front desk, and head to his room, likealways. Room 922, up two flights of stairs, to the right,hallway on the left. ITm thinking about the day wemet in 9" grade at freshman orientation. We were inassembly and sitting next to each other by whatever

beautiful luck was bestowed on me. The principal wasspeaking at his pulpit, preaching down to us abouthow they donTt take no funny business ~round here. Weboth scoffed and then locked eyes. | suppose disdainfor conservative southern authority loves to see itselfmirrored in another person. Room 922.1 donTt knowwhy the room number starts with 9 when there is onlythree stories. Fucking weird. | lay a soft few knocks onthe door of Room 922 and open it without waiting tohear an answer. 4pm, right on schedule.And there is Aidan. He looks up and gives me aweak, but still brilliant smile. | return the favor. HeTspropped up in bed, the fake bed that is in this fakeroom that this facility tries to make resemble a homeinstead of a hospital. HeTs always reading when | gethere, whatever | brought or his mom brought for him.Sometimes Homer, sometimes Tolkien, sometimesdifferent medical journals...today it's PopularMechanics. | walk over to his bed and climb onto it,nestling myself into his side. We read in silence for afew minutes. His mom must have brought this magazine.A surprisingly good choice. | think about stress again,when | notice the seven or so pill bottles on his bedsidetable. He said it was all the little things that worriedhim, his worries growing. School, work, his dad leaving,his mom and all her new boyfriends. | asked, feelingselfish, whether it had anything to do with us. He said hewished he had more energy to worry about us. | didnTtknow how to take that. Cryptic as always.He turns to me and gives me a very, very light kiss onthe cheek. | turn to him. Then itTs the lips. He goes backto reading. He doesn't look as pale as a few weeks ago.HeTs been seeing a professional, talking to someone...sorting out things he couldn't say to me, that | couldn'thelp him with. | silently scold myself for being soselfish. It's not even about me. And | guess | have somethings | have trouble saying too, since ITm seeing aprofessional as well. | lean over and point out an articlethat | like and comment on the content. | supposewe're lucky that it was just a severe nervous breakdown,and not a suicide attempt. HeTs lost, but heTs not lost,he said when | asked him about it.He closes the magazine. | look at him. HeTs staringat me. Into me. Like always. But his eyes laugh a littleless nowadays. oWhat?� He says, o| have somethingfor you.� oA present?� oYeah. But you have to figureout where it is.� He slips me a little piece of paperwith numbers scribbled on it. oYou have to leavenow to go get it. DonTt come back until you'vefigured it out.� I'm surprised. oYou want me toleave...?� o| want you to find your present.� | swallowdown the pride | used to have and grab the paper.oFine.� | get up to go. As | reach the door he calls out,oCleo?� | turn back to him, ashamed. | look up andheTs smiling, a shimmering of his old self. oThank you.For...� Very long pause. oVisiting.� | nod. | know whathe means without him having to say it. | shut thedoor behind me, listening to it click. | wonder whatheTs thinking right now.| run down the hall, take a left, down the twoflights of stairs, through the lobby, past the frontdesk and through the parking lot. | throw myselfinto my car, fighting back the urge to cry and tearthis little piece of paper into bits. This better be adamn good present. I've been doing everything |can for him, worrying, planning, trying so goddamnhard! Being sent away stings a bit. | know | haven'tbeen that perfect, but ITm still here trying. | look atthe paper. HeTs written 13-49-07 on it. | muse. Nota birthday...not a phone number. | sit in the carthrough five songs on my dad's Janis Joplin CD thathe left inhere until | figure it out. | crank the engine and whipout of the parking lot.Several songs later | pull into another parking lot.| walk in the large doors, past the front office,around the corner past the court-yard and theposters, left into the hallway. | come up to his lockerand use the code he just gave me. It clicks open and| feel the deep satisfaction that comes with solvinga puzzle. | move a few books out of the way, leafthrough a few of them, not sure whatee

|I'm supposed to be looking for. What the fuck am| doing here? | start to move his gym bag, pencilcase, and bizarrely large calculus book so all thatTsleft is the back of the locker. As ITm moving the book,my fingers brush something that doesnTt belong.Something soft, delicate... extract my arm and lookdown at my gift.A flower.An orchid. A richly hued purple orchid, with asymmetry and design thatTs nothing short of divine.| close the locker and slide down with my back to it,sitting on the floor, cradling my prize. | am marvelingat its shape, the firmness of the stem, the thicknessof the petals. The flower was strong, yet delicate,soft and fierce, full of color and life. | was surprisedwhen | noticed a tear falling from my face onto myold jeans. We've been through a lot, and surely havepretty more hell to go through...but Aidan knowsme. He loves me. When no one else notices, he seessomething in me, something that is beautiful, strong,and proud. | see that in him too. He cracked, yes. Heworked himself up over life and he cracked. But heTsnot broken. And neither am I. | can help him---l canbe the light that he always was for me, | can lift him upwhen he is down, | can make both our lives so happythat we won't need pills to do it for us anymore! I'mnot the only one trying, | can see that now.| take in my flowerTs beauty once again and thenlook across the hall at my locker. My locker. Steady,plain, private, safe. | know from experience that ITmless of a locker and more like...a flower.76

FictionInitiationseth TeegardenSecond PlaceThe storm outside lashed against the cold train as itsnaked its way through the countryside. Raindropspounded the earth and made it boil under thetracks. The train lurched into the station on its lastlegs. Hail rained incessantly down onto the railcarswith a riotous clatter. The sound of the mechanismsthrummed through it, rattling the windows androcking each individual car back and forth with asound akin to a dull heartbeat. The lights flickeredon and off and filled the room with a strange glowthat seeped into the air. A young man looking out thewindow was thrown from his seat onto the ground.He sprawled onto the floor on his hands and kneesand felt himself bite his tongue. Pushing himself upagainst the window for balance, he felt the cold rainpummeling the glass windowpane, thunder rattledthe window and startled him. Had crackof thunder always caught him off guard? It made himfeel weak and vulnerable in comparison to the othermen, the one across from him in particular.The other manTs back was ramrod-straight andhad never willingly touched the back of his seat. Theends of his fingers thrummed down his knees whilethe other hand ran through his thistle, cropped hair.He was an older man with a face like a wet, wrinkledbook of manners and his eyes were sharp, hoary,and flecked with bitter recrimination, He kept senseof decorum, however, refusing to speak to anyoneon the train below his rank. Their eyes would oftenmeet while looking around but the older man neverblinked. His breath came out in restless bursts andthe young man could tell that he probably wasn'tenjoying the journey. He reminded the young man ofa great heron that used to prey on the fish in his pondback in Altenburg.The train was filled to the brim with fresh, crisp linesof soldiers waiting for the train to slog to a stop. Theireyes all stood straight ahead and their backs sat asstraight as his. He thought of toy soldiers all lined upin a row waiting to be formed up into lines of battle.Lightning flashed across the windows and threw theyoung manTs reflection back at himself. He watchedthe dark shapes outside as the rain swept past them,small villages and farms thrown against the paleoutline of his pale, worried visage.Doors began to slide open with a loud clatter.Officers from different squads began pacing throughthe railcars, growling and cajoling their men to beready to disembark. The men began to organize theirrucksacks and check their weapons. The young manlooked down at his uniform to make sure everythingwas in order. The stark black of his new uniformcontrasted well with the insignia over his heart.Stitched into the fabric was a flaming sword against awhite shield. Around the hilt and up the blade ran ablack cobra with fangs displayed proudly. Above andbelow the image it read: Einsatzkommando Bauer -Cobra Division.The train doors opened and the wind beganwhirling through the open portals. Officers exitedfirst with their men following close behind. Row uponrow of silent, doughty soldiers began forming alongthe platform next to the train. The rain deadenedthe shouts of the officers calling the men to form up.Their harsh voices were lost in the storm and ranksand files of men were seemingly formed togetherby marionette strings. Bauer flowed out the doorwith the rest of his unit. He could feel the eyes of theolder man boring into the back of him as they got offthe train. He was grateful for the howling rainstormoutside, if only because it isolated him from that gaze.Clouds covered the skies and threw a dull, grayshade on the bricks and mortar. The cobbled streetswere warped and buckled from the hundredsof years bearing loads of human traffic. The rainthundered down and the water snaked through theinnumerable, invisible side streets, gathering uplike a tide to sweep away the evidence of humanhabitation. Bauer followed the man in front of himblindly as his unit was led through the main street andinto a commandeered warehouse. Inside were freshsupplies and a team of soldiers ready to debrief.

78oWhich one of you is in command?� a young officerasked Bauer as he filled his rucksack with extra rations.o| am,� a voice said out of the darkness. It was the olderman Bauer had been sitting across from on the train.oExplain our assignment to the men and they'll take itfrom there.� His diction, Bauer noticed, was as crispas fallen snow.oFine. Listen up men,� the officer pointed towardsa large map, oThe city you've all been assigned tois called Ararat. While it is now hundreds of milesbehind the actual frontline, its high concentration ofundesirables has led us to call in experts like you.�oYou are all aware ITm sure,� he said with a feral smile,oof the reputation that you've gained within this army?�Dark chuckles rippled through the kneeling men.Some began slapping each other and laughing likeyoung boys about to be released from school. Otherslooked stone-faced at the men and grimly shooktheir heads. Bauer noticed the intensity with whichthe older men studied the map on the wall. He couldalmost feel their concentration as they planned troopdeployment and strategy. The laughter began dyingdown and the older man stepped forward to take theplace of the other officer. He drew out a red penciland began mapping arrows through the streets. Hebegan splitting the men into a handful of lines thatmoved across the map like a dozen centipedes. Bauerwatched the men grunt in approval, the operationwould be completed within the day and they'd all beback on the train tomorrow. Bauer was impressed.The first house they came to was a one story brickcottage. It looked like something out of a Grimmfairytale, till the man on point blew the cellar doorsopen. Bauer rushed down the stairs with the rest ofthe men. Flashlights on the barrels of their rifles threwshadows and outlines against the walls. Aman anda woman were huddled together in a corner babblingin Yiddish. The rain outside muffled the chorus ofmuzzles chiming against flesh and concrete.Water soaked through his shirt and into his skin. Heshivered as the squad ran down another side street.Puddles had formed where gutters redirected thetorrent into the ground. Bauer could hear his heartpumping blood up into his brain. The cold vice ofnausea gripped his throat and made him want toswallow his tongue.The next house was tall and slouched onto the housenext to it like a drunken relative. They found the familysitting together having supper. The father lunged out ofhis chair, perhaps to reach for something to protect hisfamily. He pulled the tablecloth down onto the floor ashe went down, filling in the red-checkered patterns withhis blood. The wife sat in shock while the children fledup the stairs, screaming.oDamn it,� one Kommando said, oI hate kids.�ItTs true, Bauer thought to himself, no one likesplaying hide-and-seek.Children were often the most difficult part of jobs likethis. They would either run to their parents or go hide intheir secret nooks and crannies. Finding children tooka special sort of talent. You had to be able to think likea child, to remember what it was like to be young again.This was, in fact one of the most important objectives fora Kommando. It didnTt do any good to find the parentsif you let the little ones get away."Well Bauer,� the man said, olet's see that special talentof yours.� His jaw was a bear trap behind his mufflingmask and wicked smile.Bauer's eyes shone, crinkling at the edges like a childon Christmas morning. The other men watched as hethundered up the stairs, hollering. Eyeing one another,they shrugged their shoulders at the new guy. Theyhadn't realized how much Bauer was going tolove his job. As he clomped up the staircase, Bauer feltthe wave of nausea hit hi again. He leaned against therailing when reached the top of the stairs. The wallswere spinning around him. He could feel the rain mixingwith his sweat, the damp weight suffocating his wildheartbeat. Creaks echoed throughout the house as theother men searched the lower level for anyone else.Bauer knew they wouldn't come upstairs though.

It was his job to hunt down the child targets andno one else. Please stay down there, he thought tohimself, donTt let them see me like this.The upstairs was nothing but a long hallway of roomsjutting out to the left. There was only one way to thestairs and Bauer stood in front of it. He wiped his handsdown his pant legs and sighted the barrel of his gun onthe first door. Rasps of breath scratched his throat andtension cut through the haze in his head like a razor. Heopened the door with a gentle turn and found the roomdark and unoccupied. It had the smell of must andage. No one had been using it in quite some time,obviously. The next room was in the exact same way.Bauer strained his ears for any sort of sound that mightgive the children away. He thought of places in thishouse that a child would love to hide in, places to gowhen they were upset or afraid.He found it in the third room. The storm had paintedthe large window at the end of the hall so black thatBauer had almost missed the outline of the door. Hecradled the brass doorknob, turning it in a full circle,until it was a hair's breadth from knocking against thelock. The room was full of furniture covered with whitecovering. It would be paradise for an imaginativegroup of children. He checked the wall for hisshadow and wrapped his gun around his back,freeing his hands. He got down on his hands andknees and began peeking under the tables andchairs. Loud noises always set him on edge when hewas like this. Even his own breath flustered him anddrove him mad. His heart began to crystalize as hethought of a narrowing selection of hiding placesleft, turning to stone for his own sake. Dust sporesfloated in the air around him, the flashes of lightningand thunder illuminated them like shadows.God, donTt make me do this, he thought, panicking.Let them have found a way outside, into the storm. Outinto the rain where | can't ever find them.There was a sudden, slight rustling that came from hisright. His eyes pored over the walls and the furniture,but couldn't find anything. Then, almost by purechance, he saw the distinctive crack in the floorboardsthat gave away the location of the secret room. Bauerstood up and walked over to the spot in the floor. Heput his boot on the false floor and leaned his weightgee)"Hollow," he thought, choking back tears. "Goddamn it."There were three of them this time, two little boyswith round cheeks and a thin, little girl whose eyeswent wide when he gently pulled up the floor. Shewas whispering into the ear of one boy, her handsaround his head. The words flew from her mouth likethe soft trilling of a bird song.oBaruch ata Adonai, Elohemu melech ha-olam she-hecheyanu.� Blessed are you. Lord Our God, King of theUniverse.Bauer gently sobbed as he wrapped his hands overthe mouths of the two boys. The little girl mindlesslycontinued her prayer, heedless of the danger."Ve-kiyemanu, ve-higiyanu la-zeman,� Who enabled usto reach this season.Next, he lifted her out of the hole and wrapped herup in his lap. His whole body shook with rage andgrief as he felt hertiny body struggling against his grip. He looked awaytrom her, towards the walls and the windows, at thesilent furniture thatstood witness.Choking back tears, he set her body back into thehole with her brothers, nestling them together in eachother's embrace. He looked back towards the door,fearful someone might see, and gently drew out atiny, silver hexagram from around his neck. He placedit around the girlTs neck with a weak smile. He finishedthe prayer the girl was trying to recite, the pain of thememory of the prayer filling his own head with guilt.oVe-kiyemanu, ve-higiyanu la-zeman ha-zeh.� Bauerspoke to the ghosts of his past; Who has kept us aliveand has preserved us.

80PoetryArsaphobiaBrooke LaurenFirst Placethe dragon crawled across his wrist, spewing flames into the crevice of his elbowits black-ink claws scratched across his pale skin;there was a piercing in his eyebrow and a ring in his noseand his homemade shirt was baggy and his hand-sewn pants too tight;and mothers grabbed their daughtersT hands, whispered odon't stare�and dragged them out the door of the grocery store.and no one told him he was an artistshe drew monsters and swirled words onto the wall behind her house.there were spray cans in her ditch, and her Converse were stainedwith red, purple, green spritzes of color, on the laces and soles.her art teacher called it dark, her dad called it destructivethey made her hide the pages and dress up for school in whiteshoes with white laces and black hair combed clean.and no one told her she was an artistthey formed a group"the dropout on the drums, the singer whodropped in from time to time with a mike, the rich girl with the keyboard.they performed on dark stages with steam in their facesand downtown in parks where people walked their dogs.some stared, some laughed and said, odonTt quit your day jobW/and others left tips because they felt bad for not liking the sound.

and no one told him they were artistsbecausepeople are scaredthey are scared of the twinkle in your eye, graffiti, clocks that might be bombs.they are scared of tattoos and backwards hats and baggy clothes.because itTs easier to blacklist than to listenits easier to ignore than to loveits easier to follow than to have faithand even mercy can be given through prejudiceand the world digs a grave to bury inspirationbecausepeople are scared of artlike hardened lovers are afraidof something beautiful that could break theirhearts81

82For Anyone That's Ever Saidever just tried being HappyAfter Miranda JulyAmelia GageSecond PlaceI've heard that when a whale diesit can take up to three days to fall from ocean surface to floor.Its massive heart beating no more, it drifts.| imagine it a long shot,frame set so wide the shadows of the deepest oceanspread hungry for the falling beast.There is no sound.No too loud, ever present seal to bray to its friends that itcan't believe you let yourself go like that.How lucky it must have been to be revered for your girth,Not have to explain that if you couldn't feel your insides pressing against your skinyou might not believe you existed at all.Schools of fish in higher waters have been known to circle underneathmaybe thinking the giant merely asleeptrying to collectively push the behemoth back to survivable depthsbut eventually...they let go.Like all the lovers that will eventually stop believing that they can fix youTake their cue to find softer currentOne with less storms "Hey,Some people don't like to swimand thatTs okay.You have a body built for this.oHave youinstead?�

neNot everyone has thought your song to be beautifulbut when you pass them not even the sharks will charge you.Just to see something that largefall through somethingThatLargeto give itself over to a new kind of elementlike it was saving its whole life in the waterto someday pay back the earth.| The part nobody can see| The part that nobody cares toJust kiss it goodbyeI've heard that when a whale diesit looks like itTs still swimmingIt looksFine

84TranscendelrEmily MatthewsThird PlaceHis hands on myalanis, Miswords from my mouth -fatal intoxication(you're notunderstanding me).His eyes in my head, apower-drunk Areslaughing, weeping, erasinghina as | find themirror showssomething else: a her.His eyes burn displaced.Different face,soft prison.

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