Bianca Hu
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Your Pick
I wake up to see myself travelling over darkness. What is that? Something bumpy? My foot hovers over the pedal, and my hands are placed on the steering wheel,…
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Birthdays
I recently came across a Polaroid of myself on my fourth birthday. I know it was my fourth because I was holding up four fingers, sitting at the dinner…
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My Collection Of Suns
I love them all differently. It’s funny how they get insecure. How foolish of them, not to see what I see. She interlaces with my thoughts like threads of…
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The First Time I Had Onion Rings
Do you know how distant memories are kind of static? How when your brain plays them back, the moving images seem to be blurry or half there, as if…
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Georgie
Georgie has always been there for me. Waiting, sitting, lying down. He doesn’t talk much, but it’s a good kind of quiet—the kind that fills the car when it’s…
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Under The Curtain
My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly calloused fingers draw the curtains closed, in a slow,…
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The Obsessed Artist
Every single hair, Every single chip, Every single detail, Must be perfection. For my work is no less than that. I am no less than that. …
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The Dream That Wasn’t
His monotone voice droned on as minutes stayed stagnant. “Now… Worksheet 1 on the… Complete it….Good.” The humid air suffocated my lungs. Each second seemed to be clawing…
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Wasted Opportunity
Beep Beep Beep Snooze? My alarm goes off for the second time. The haunting sound ringing in my ears, ruining the peaceful haven of my…
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Eternal Roads
Inevitable, Contorted roads, shadowed lanes, endless paths. Yet, No matter how we stray, No matter how much we wander, We will all converge upon the same…
