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Through the car windows
There are no certain yardsticks to measure my success in life, be it money, ownership of property, or the depth of my heart’s swelling from love; they are all subjective measures. Metres are too rigid for my taste — they could only measure the distance I have walked on the road, but not how far…
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Coming home
They say that in this world, there is no place like home. Sitting here in this withering brown seat, bones rattling to the rhythm of this rumbling train, fingers gripping at the house key I vowed to never use again, I would say they were right. There is no place like home. But not in…
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Laced Rabbit
Our story begins with a kid named Noah Anderson. I am sorry to say: he was nobody special. He was just a child of a politician and a prostitute. A child knows that the teddy bear is not real, and yet he treats it as real, even bawling miserably when it rips. The…
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Introducing the Collegian 2022
Meet The Collegian’s new and returning members for 2022 in their own words, alongside new executives. Here’s the team: Executives Elaine Cao, Binuri Marasinghe Writers Niamh Raynes Mihika Pai Jeremy Wang Vanessa Li Matthew Cao Esara Perumbuli Arachchilage Nicole Lai Editors Alana Mackenzie Emma Ready Zara Nicholson Shafquat Tabeeb Adelina Jones Digital Artists…
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gentle were, and gentle now
The tinkle of giggles rung through the air, slightly treble, and slightly baritone. A morning glow illuminated the gilded design on the bedposts, glimmering with beaming joy and scintillating hope. There were not stars, but the diamonds of the gracious chandelier, speckling rainbow freckles upon the blanche of the white walls. Dust danced in the…
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The Ultimate Guide to Surviving Lockdowns
Tuesday 17th August. 15:05. Maths class. Five minutes till the final bell goes (though only for us lucky juniors). “Guys, I have to announce something so please pay attention here.” Everyone’s eyes slowly focused on the teacher. “There has been a Covid case in the community which means you must take all…
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Limp Deer
Innocence: Bliss or Curse? Content warning: Potentially dark themes. She came home late again. Her arms and neck wore blue and purple like cheap jewellery. I still remember how the floorboards echoed and groaned as she ambled past me. Night after night she came back home after the moon had peeked its head…