Chameleon 2022

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ESSENCE by Nicholas Berns I sit in the middle of the floor, legs crossed. My eyes are closed, but I am hyper-aware of my surroundings. A woman sits across from me; she leans against the wall. She is beautiful; her hair is a rich auburn color that shines in the sunlight streaming through the window. The sunshine puts a twinkle in her eyes, which seem to stare on forever. The sunlight warms the skin. Skin so soft, so smooth. There is just a touch of sadness in them. She is young; I hope that she will never change. It would be a curse if she would. That is why we are here. To make the most of our time together. I wait patiently. If no one comes, then I will leave, but I must wait. If I leave now, what I did would not be as satisfying. So, I sit, I listen, and I think. Oh, the thoughts that pass in and out of my conscious mind. Thoughts that you might think are weird or strange, but are perfectly normal to a person like me. Time passes slowly, and the sun dips. It no longer streams through the window to warm the room. It is almost time. Then, as if on cue, I feel her essence touch my hand; it was the woman who sits across from me. I slowly open my eyes to look at her. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness that now fills the room rather than the bright sunlight I had seen when my eyes were last open. There she is, still beautiful, even in the darkness. I look down at my hand and rub the fresh blood with my thumb and index finger. The sunlight had kept it warm, but now that night is upon us, it is getting colder and thicker. I look back at the girl who has not moved except for the blood, which oozes across the concrete floor. It seeps into every crack and crevasse, which puts a hint of a smile on my face. So satisfying. I am especially proud of the job I have done this time. I take my Polaroid camera out of my bag. A picture will not fully capture the woman’s new beauty. However, it will have to do. It will at least be a reminder of all the time that we spent together. I take the picture, put it safely in the binder with all the others, pack my bag up, and 16


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La Vida es un Pañuelo

6min
pages 116-119

Las Muchas Aventuras de la Señora Gracie y el Hombre

2min
pages 120-121

4/26 Entrada del Diario: Emociones Mixtas

3min
pages 114-115

Memories

1min
pages 108-109

Echo Taps

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page 107

Rojo

4min
pages 111-113

Spanish Short Stories

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page 110

Long Distance

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page 104

White–Tailed Doe

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page 106

Familiar Vines

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page 103

Long Distance

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page 105

Familiar Vines

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page 102

Wetlands

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page 98

Big Living

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page 100

Gaping

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page 97

An Interview with Kaitlin Thomas

5min
pages 92-95

Birds Aren’t Real

1min
pages 88-89

Addiction

1min
page 77

A Cold Winter Night

4min
pages 78-79

You Made My Identity a Form of Dysmorphia

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page 75

These Hands

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page 76

Interviews for the Be True, Be You Prize

9min
pages 68-72

Gypsum and Pine

7min
pages 60-63

Soul Keys–Excerpt

1min
pages 56-57

Badge Leaders

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page 48

Addiction

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pages 54-55

You Could

1min
pages 50-51

Secret Predator

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page 39

Forgotten Wars

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page 42

Fever Dance

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page 38

Dividing the Battlefields

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pages 44-45

Untitled

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page 35

The Story of a Lie

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pages 28-29

Gaslight Bliztkrieg

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pages 32-33

Hotel Jacuzzi

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page 34

Weighing Down, Pushing In

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Confessions II

2min
pages 22-24

Stack of Titles Poem

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page 27

I’m Fine

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page 20

That Old Violin

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page 14

Alumni Corner

4min
pages 6-7

History of the Chameleon

3min
pages 4-5

Rotting Fruit and Icy Air

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pages 15-16

Essence

3min
pages 18-19

The Noisy Neighbors

2min
pages 10-11

Groundless Execution

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page 17

He Who Exists

1min
pages 12-13
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