Cynthia Zheng
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Literature still matters
Literature still matters Mentis Vitae Provida Mundi The life of the mind, for the life of the world. The summer of 25 to 26, I found myself…
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Sophia’s Strangest Disappearance
TW Depression It was not like I could talk a lot of sense into Sophia. I never could. No one ever could. Once she had formed an opinion…
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Fantasia – Prelude
Fantasia – Prelude Fading summer heat wavers through the fields. In the distance, the serene ringing of birdsong sounded, a melancholy melody merging with the chirping of cicadas. The…
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Red Flowers
The moon. The moon shines bright. Water, water. Scarlet water. All around her, the ritual flowers blossomed. Red spider lilies. Water was dripping down her hair. Hinako raised her…
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The Vending Machine
The vending machine stood quietly in a dark avenue on the side of the street. The brick walls were old and stained; under the fading dusk, they appeared extra…
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Are you awake? It’s 2008.
It was a normal summer morning. I woke up around noon. Sunlight peeked through the yellow curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the room. The light warmed everything it…
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Record 01
TW: Alcohol Record of Interrogation of Witness Officer John H. Clark Start of examination: 03.02 End of examination 03.21 J: Good evening, Mr Smith. Before I ask any questions,…
