This short story on magical realism was done by Liberal Arts major Sarah May, with a possible emphasis on taking up Journalism next semester.
“That’s two out of three.”“Three out of five?”“No, man, you lost. Hand ‘em over.” Russell Tally groaned, ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, then fished the keys out of his pocket to hand to his twin “It’s not a fair game. you can read my mind.” “You can read mine, too, Russ.” William grinned crookedly. “…You always catch me at it. How? You’re the loud one.” Will wasn’t about mention to his brother that he had to tell. Whenever Russ tried to access his thoughts, his gray eyes flicked slightly to the left. Will suspected it dated back to when they’d shared a womb.“And when you catch me, you never tell me,” Russ continued to lament. “Your brain is always just full of nonsense!”
“It makes sense to me.” Will flicked his bangs out of his right eye.“Well, we’ve always known you were the cracked twin.” Russ pushed his own out of his left “Eyup.” The crooked grin became deliberately exaggerated. “As old china.” “Only you would be proud of that, William.”