Stephanie Lin
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That Stupid Doll
This looks like something out of a painting, she thought. The sand lined the sea like fairy dust, the pebbled surface of the water slowly swaying from one side…
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The First Hotpot I Can Remember
Savoury wafts of steam danced above the large pot warmed up the tightly packed room. You could hear bursts of laughter emerging like the popping bubbles inside the boiling…
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Heartstrings
I looked down at the screen, my brain hammering my skull, small numbers glowing 1:30 AM. Finish homework. Pack lunch. Sleep. I promised myself, knowing full well my night…
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Hieroglyphics
Hieroglyphics: Ink, falling off of lines, its night-black hair swimming violently through the air. Secrets whisper between her strokes, hiding muffled meanings- the blurring ofunsure words. You never know,…
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Strangers
Eyes were always the hardest to face. Crowds of people, strangers, passed me as I waded through their masses, keeping my gaze to their blurring hair, clothes and smiles–…
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Midnight Snack
CW: Disturbing Everything was dark… No– wait. There was light. Somewhere. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. My hands reached around me. The texture of cotton…
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Seagulls
When I was just a child, I’d have dreams. Dreams of the crayon-coloured beaches, Dreams of small stubs of fingers had drawn from five-dollar felts, Dreams of seagulls. Part…
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7 a.m
There are an infinite amount of things to despise about life. However, traffic easily takes its place in the top five. I sat there; one with the…
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The Test of Time
CW: INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND CANCER /// The marker screeched across the white board as its striking red ink marked the clean, conspicuous cut of the heavy numbers…
