Author: Callie Feyen

Not So Scared

In May of my senior year of college, on a Thursday to be precise, I was supposed to be studying for final exams with my friend Alison. I had no interest in higher education, because this was the night of…

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Friendship in the Dark

“Out of the darkness, came a small voice… ‘I’ll be a friend to you.’ ‘But I can’t see you,’ said Wilbur. ‘I’m right up here.’”   It’s the end of August, and I’m standing in a circle of teachers. At…

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Two Truths and a Lie

I.   I signed up for Jazzercise classes. I knew I would do it as soon as I spotted the building down the street from where I live. I made fun of it at first to save face, but when…

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Walking in Thorny Woods

For a few years when I was a kid, Saturday mornings went like this: My parents dropped me off at the corner of Oak Park Avenue and North Boulevard and I walked to a health food store. There I ordered…

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A Haunted Storyteller

The word calling has always bothered me. I suppose it’s because I have a hard time distinguishing between what’s inside me that I should work to bring out and what I feel like doing that day. I love pushing a…

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Dirty Magazines and the Samaritan Woman

What she loved about her desk job in her college dorm was the to-do list that greeted her at the beginning of her shift. Design this month’s bulletin board, write events on the calendar, fold or staple programs for dorm…

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Broken as Hell

There are these guys at the Starbucks I go to. I think they’re retired. They’re always wearing sweatpants and don’t look like they’ve showered so I figure they aren’t working. These guys are here every time I am, and it…

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