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Venerable Honour
“Papa…” ….. “Papa!” Piercing the maimed corpse of the decrepit tenement, the first ambassador of the morning sun provoked the worn figure from his fatigued unconsciousness to the gentle pouts of the child in his arms. As the last of the night withdrew within the nooks and crannies of the desolate wreck around father and…
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The Test of Time
CW: INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND CANCER /// The marker screeched across the white board as its striking red ink marked the clean, conspicuous cut of the heavy numbers in half, its brazen glare daring me to surrender. ‘Twenty more minutes,’ the conspicuous line teased, its song piercing. Amidst its bold, taunting presence, black blades…
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The Collegian 2024 – A Warm Welcome
Welcome to The Collegian 2024. We are excited to bring you more pieces this year, whether it be poetry, novellas, or any sort of creative liberty our members take. It is my pleasure to introduce the members of The Collegian 2024. My goal is to bring everyone some entertainment to enlighten themselves with, whether that…
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Day is Breaking
Feeling fed up again? Memorising poems for class – isn’t it just exhausting? Will it even be useful for future jobs? Sometimes, you just don’t see the point of learning. This just feels like a waste of time, you mutter to yourself. You pick up your red pen, pretend to write something meaningful, then sneak…
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I’ll Survive
I walked around the corner, shopping bag in hand. Inside, your favourite brand of apple juice. Night was falling, and with that, a gloomy blanket of mist envelops the tall city buildings and bright city lights. A rustle of a cool breeze caresses my face, and I tug the hood of my jacket closer…
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Zephyr
As night fell, she sat before the dim light, quill poised over paper. But before her hand could dance, the paper lay moist, like tears shed by the parchment itself, extending like waves in the water. Alas, no one will ever know the dreams that had gleamed in her eyes, dreams of a time long…
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Butterflies In The Dark
I wonder if it was worth it in the end. Working vendor, out on a stand. Lost to a crowd that forgot my name. Dark to the light that lay beyond their shoulders. Seeking a sunset, fading out to tones of dust. In an attic I’m too afraid to open. Where I can’t break…
