Areeba Zabrina
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One To Seven
1. It’s scenic. Most places are, when you stop to smell the roses (see: 1). You move, happily—or perhaps more accurately—contently, towards your favorite park bench. It’s old, older…
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From The Hand Of Pygmalion
I remember those who would mould the world to shape One figure at a time My mother her hands covered in clay and my father whittling without a plan…
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Try Again
Her brother had been acting weird for the last few days. He kept looking over his shoulder, like someone was watching. Tracy couldn’t remember exactly when it started happening—time…
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butterflies perched on petals
Flowers flutter alongside the winged pollen and gliding buds as they race in the wind. Love is in the air, in the swaying trees, the ground below and the…
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The Final Performance
The way she speaks is frantic. “Can’t you see the possibilities? I’m telling you,” her steps echo out in the deserted lab, in the deafening silence, but she continues…
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
Anya sprawls over the patterned seats of the train, and all the tension in her body loosens. A small lamp is all the light she has. She cranes her…
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Unopened Letters
The time is 2:56 am. On a ripped piece of card that peeks out of scattered papers, there is almost illegible handwriting. Letters are squeezed together and angular, and…
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Back To Earth
Esa was often right. It wasn’t something he liked to think about, but his intuition would always worm in, like larvae digging into the fruit of his flesh. Whatever…
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Missed Calls
Would we ever meet again? I know that we disagree, but one day, can we See each other again, after— —A lot of things could happen, That day, I…
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Comedic Tragedy
“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It _____ Grief is a funny thing, ladies and…
