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  • In fourth grade, my teacher told me I had spelled New Mexico wrong on a project I had spent hours laboring over, shading my colored pencils perfectly. It was just a joke, but my face burned crimson, and I was moments away from tears. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I take the joke?…

  • I was going for a run after work and feeling the bitter, biting wind. A girl in a neon green track suit bounded onto the sidewalk with a three-wheeled scooter. As I passed, she started to race me and giggled. I was reminded of kids racing on the playground, just for fun.

  • Inspired by an article in The New York Times Modern Love’s “Tiny Love Stories,” in addition to the low motivation I have to write between my job and incoming seasonal depression, I have decided to do a weekly (maybe biweekly) super short story that I hope makes readers smile. Each story will be fiction or…