Amy Zuo
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Tomorrow Will Be Better
Tomorrow won’t be like today, when everything was sharp and cold, biting and cutting, a million little needles performing embroidery on tapestries of our skin. Tomorrow will be…
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Looking Back
A year from now it’ll all be different. A year from now you’ll be there, and I’ll be here, and it’ll almost go back to the way it was…
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I’ll See You Around
There are only two people on this train. One of them is a girl wearing a blouse sprinkled with little pink flowers. She has big brown eyes, a head…
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Better Time
Two people walk into a bar. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, and it sort of is one. Two people who used to be kids walk…
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How Would You Reply?
Lyrics taken from Henry Moodie’s Drunk Text. Our first words were exchanged at a philosophy lecture, where he sat in the very front and spoke not infrequently about the…
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Second Chances
She finds him on the edge of the cliff. “I thought you quit.” She says, through a damp haze of smoke. A note of disappointment slips into her…
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Conscience
Conscience CWs: violence (non-graphic), mentions of death The boy showed up at my doorstep with exactly one gun. Not even a machine gun. Just a plain…
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Weighted Air
Alone in the driver’s seat, the cold air pressed down around Neve in that particular way only silent night air could, tranquil and yet still bursting with possibilities. It…
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There’s No End To That
“So.” Darian crossed his arms. “You’re leaving.” “I’m aware.” Lou remarked dryly, and turned, as if she would leave right then and there. “Wait!” He blurted out,…
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The Boy
CW: mention of death “Excuse me.” The tent flap was lifted open, and the three occupants squinted up simultaneously at the sudden light. “Do you know…
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Do You Remember?
The square was as busy as ever. I breathed in the slightly sour tang of yeast. A second breath brought the sweet scent of sugar. A third —…
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Wish Me Luck
Emery wasn’t stupid. Yes, he was a figurehead prince with no real power; yes, his younger brother is the crown prince; yes, he was the illegitimate child. But…
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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 …
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Bars Of Blood
CW: Mentions of death and blood Between the poor and the rich, there stood metal bars. They were cold, frosty bars, with ice embedded in their very core,…
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Mother Tree
Rae knew she was cursed. She knew it when she was still in her mother’s womb, when her father had abandoned them in an unfamiliar village, never to be…
