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  • Scars Will Fade
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    Scars Will Fade

    I leaned my head against the wall and sighed, taking a deep breath in. My nose was running red and the blood trickled to my top lip before I could wipe it down with my ripped sleeve. The trail of maroon lingered and the white cotton shirt I had decided to wear was now stained….

  • White Snake
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    White Snake

    The white snake encounters a scholar in a vibrant field. A sea of red engulfing his path. Petals of roses,  delicate and rare. In the pavilion,  the scholar tends to them  with utmost care.    The scholar would feed the snake, snow rabbits, one of many in the imperial garden inside red wood hutch;  the…

  • Colour Theory 101
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    Colour Theory 101

    I’m not too sure about you, but I always dread making posters or slideshows, especially once it comes down to trying to figure out which colours to use, or which look the best together. The possibilities are endless – but somehow, whenever I try to forge a colour palette, it winds up looking like a…

  • The Vanishing
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    The Vanishing

    10:55 Five more minutes.   “Hi, what can I get you?” “I’m just waiting on a friend. Give me a few more minutes, thanks.”   I sat at the corner table of the cafe, right next to the window. My eyes scanned for a man dressed in all black, with a scar over his left…

  • A Friend Or A Fire?
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    A Friend Or A Fire?

    I miss that time           Spent without care When we were strangers           And nothing more   He meant nothing           No friend, nor foe Until he boasted           About his scores   Competition,           The burn of thrill I turned it into           A full on war   We know damn well           It’s both our faults That a spark of…

  • Of Water
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    Of Water

    Underwater Amidst the school grounds  beneath dim twilight lamps,  I walked with my friends under the  radiance of a door ajar. While  they veered right, I pressed onward,  into the darkness.    A shadowy figure offered me a drink; despite sensing his ill intent, I  foolishly imbibed. Rendered me  immobile, trapped  within my own  mind.    A group of faceless figures …

  • What are our differences?
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    What are our differences?

    What are our differences? The ones that shaped the way we look through to see the world and the ones that shape us? The differences from the larger spectrum – the different wavelengths a person beholds and their constant changing. The difference between winter and summer, autumn and spring. The colours, the temperature, the clothing,…

  • Formidable Weakness
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    Formidable Weakness

    CW: Violence, Mass Accident, Panic Attack & Death   I   My name is Naomi Sakana.   I have been spiralling since my success.   Since the downfall of the economy, it was also the downfall of me. I found everyday harder to manage than the last. While keeping a strong face for my reputation…