ALL POSTS
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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…
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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…
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The Top Of The Sacred Mountain
The religious season began with pilgrims rushing up the slant of the hill with necklaces of flowers and jingling bangles; brushing shoulders, blaring songs,…
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Sleepiest Cat Alive
Being a proud anti-locker student, I am forever juggling all my textbooks, exercise books, and lunch in my bag – forever, and ever. My…
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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.…
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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…
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My Freedoms
I climb because of the ache in my calves, because my breath puffs out in little clouds, soft and fleeting when the air bites…
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Georgie
Georgie has always been there for me. Waiting, sitting, lying down. He doesn’t talk much, but it’s a good kind of quiet—the kind that…
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Second Chances
She finds him on the edge of the cliff. “I thought you quit.” She says, through a damp haze of smoke. A note…
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Conscience
Conscience CWs: violence (non-graphic), mentions of death The boy showed up at my doorstep with exactly one gun. Not even a…
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
Anya sprawls over the patterned seats of the train, and all the tension in her body loosens. A small lamp is all the light…
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The Prized
It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer, eyes creaking open at…
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Under The Curtain
My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly calloused fingers draw the…
