ALL POSTS
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When You Said Sorry
TW: mentions of death, trauma, grief, and bullying They were taken from me in an instant. I was just a baby—too young to understand,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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I’ll See You Around
There are only two people on this train. One of them is a girl wearing a blouse sprinkled with little pink flowers. She has…
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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,…
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The Lord Of Dispodel (I)
‘Just magnificent. ’ The patriarch of the court of Dispodel boomed. ‘How people in my country work as efficiently as ants.’ He was a…
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Try Again
Her brother had been acting weird for the last few days. He kept looking over his shoulder, like someone was watching. Tracy couldn’t remember…
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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…
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There’s No Rush Here
Leaves sway, twirl, and flutter so freely— elegant, yet oh so gentle. To their own rhythm, they dance, entrancing in their peace. But whom…
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nasa.trip
13th December 2023 Location: USSRC, Alabama, America Day 4 of 14 Today, once again, was filled with activities; though I felt it stood out…
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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.…
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Memory of a playground
Watching soap bubbles boil from the lips of children and the playground slides being swept clean into the evening by vengeful breezes and the…
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Better Time
Two people walk into a bar. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, and it sort of is one. Two people who…
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butterflies perched on petals
Flowers flutter alongside the winged pollen and gliding buds as they race in the wind. Love is in the air, in the swaying trees,…
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An Uncomfortable Feeling
My lips hurt, like a lot. Not exactly my lip, but the cardinal structure of my face—it feels sore and strained—like tender beef that’s…
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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…
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How Would You Reply?
Lyrics taken from Henry Moodie’s Drunk Text. Our first words were exchanged at a philosophy lecture, where he sat in the very front and…
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The Final Performance
The way she speaks is frantic. “Can’t you see the possibilities? I’m telling you,” her steps echo out in the deserted lab, in the…
