Maria Secara
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Slow Down
I had been sitting on the floor of your bedroom, surrounded by toy cars. Your little brother finally came to build a race track with us, and for that,…
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Bits of Neptune
At the age of four, I gained consciousness for the first time. I watched documentaries about little cartoon characters exploring deep space in pretty purple rockets and fighting off…
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Change In Heart
A field with 20 mm of rain, scattered all around. When I leaned back, I fell, and in more than one way, it hurt. I felt a seraphic stream…
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The End of a New World
When I woke up this morning, it was beautiful outside. There was a cold breeze, ever so slight. I turned on the TV and flicked to the news channel.…
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Back To The Ocean
Aside from the fact that you were raised in a landlocked country—and the fact that the only body of water you could easily access was Thunersee, a 53-minute train…
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Reminisce of a Better Life
At night, I sit on the windowsill and wonder how Earth rotates and shows us stars. At night, I lie awake to realise, I’m not the sun, a moon…
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Sunsets
I once read a quote by Rumi – “true love transcends physical attraction.” By my own relationships, I know this quote to be true. When I threw my hat…
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Journal Entries for the Unmotivated
23/04/2027 So close, yet so far – I forgot the assessment deadline, so I ended up failing. Wah wah, whatever. I hate law school. There is a pile of…
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When You Die
CW: Disturbing When you die and get buried underground, your still, lifeless face will gaze up at your loved ones as they cry and mourn their loss. Some…
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Wasted Youth
Wasted youth. She gripped her chest, showing her tear stained face to the audience, holding her heart. Her knees were bruised and the bandages wrapped around her…
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He’s Just Messing With Me
When I crossed my legs and pulled my sleeve down, and when I sniffed and turned up my songs to max volume, I cried. I cried yesterday, today, last…
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Scars Will Fade
I leaned my head against the wall and sighed, taking a deep breath in. My nose was running red and the blood trickled to my top lip before I…
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What are our differences?
What are our differences? The ones that shaped the way we look through to see the world and the ones that shape us? The differences from the larger spectrum…
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Cold Wyoming
CW: Violence and Guns The store chimes a high pitched, eerie sound as Cris walks in. His chin is laying low, and he has his hood pulled over…
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Nineteen
It was a fall night when I looked at myself in the mirror, tears flooding my eyes. One rolled off my bottom lash, splashing against my cheek. It slowly…
