Max Mao
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Horn and the Golden Beast
Autumn, as they prepare for the harsh winter ahead, the unicorns grow coats of shimmering golden fur. The horn upon each forehead becomes whiter than snow. They wash their…
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The Girl in the Green Atmosphere
In the summer of that December, I stood beside you, bare feet, the cold water washed over our ankles as we watched the creeks slither. I was seventeen, and…
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Unawake
Another sleepless night. This is my seventeenth sleepless night in a row. What I’m saying is not insomnia, because I knew that experience from university. I haven’t slept for…
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The Strange Museum
The museum looked more hushed than usual. My leather shoes clacked against stripes of timber. The sound spread across the floor, every step that I took felt like stepping…
