Arrow Rock Literary Journal
Lindenwood University
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They dressed her in a robe of linen. The women gathered around, twirling strands of her hair with songs of praise on their tongues. The men prepared the sacred scene, the soft spray of the hose heard from the other side of the door. The people congregated to watch. Amazement—such a precocious girl, succumbing to…
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Content Warning: some depictions of animal harm When Mira was seven, she watched a crab die on the shore. The waves pounded against the sand, trapping the crab in a hopeless cycle. Its arms and legs flailed helplessly, trying to escape the sea’s wrath. It twitched until its body was nothing but a lifeless shell.…
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Content Warning: Some depictions of blood and violence It was inevitable, the fight I mean, but I’ve never been a fan of Unicorn politics. This is stupid. I stepped out of the tree line and onto the beach, my boots sinking into the chilled, mudded sand. The deep green and blues of the forest blended…
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“What about Spencer?” “No.” “Okay. How about Ethan?” “How about no?” “Um, John?” “Even you don’t want to name him John.” I take a deep breath. We’ve been at this for several minutes now and she hasn’t eventaken her eyes off her book. She grabs her glass of lemonade and takes a slow drink from…
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I Offer Up Myself They hunger for me. They are so, so hungry. I am more than willing to let Them feast. I let Them consume me. I offer up myself. They accept me. They rule me. Their hand grips my hair. They yank me where They want me. Hold me in place. Right…
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Her mother had diedso she inherited the house.She was a nice lady,energetic and bright.The daughter was,not the mother.She liked that we stayed together as a group,my older sister and me watching the younger three.She said we could play in her backyard any time wewanted.She was often not there,she had her own house and her own…
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It was hard to try and make a living here, and Avia knew this well. Even being named a mastra at birth, it served her no better than performing parlor tricks on the street for gold. So, like most residents of Miredge, she faced an arduous job in the mines. Miredge has seen tough times…
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Thanksgiving dinner, Laid out on the table. Turkey and potatoes, Noodles, gravy, Rolls and cranberry sauce, Stuffing and casserole. Pies set out for dessert, And whipped– “Hey, cat! Stop eating that!” Kaya Bain is a homeschooled high school senior planning on studying engineering in college. She is currently taking dual-enrollment classes at Lindenwood University. In…
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There’s a thickness in my throat, a shallowness in my breathing as my lungs contract. My chest is heavy, like it’s been filled with sludge, and my shirt is stuck to my skin with blood and sweat. Lifting my head is futile; I’ve been here for too long. I’m too tired. My neck aches under…
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The burn of the cigarette argues with the chilled gust In his lungs their battle rages He waves to others though they care not Cold whiskey being the one true love for his hands Sitting and waiting for things not to come He battles the tears in his eyes Though the eventual rain will provide…
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