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Lyrical
Lyric knew she had always been destined for greatness. Her parents were world-class musicians, and her grandparents, famous composers; at just eighteen, her great-grandfather…
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The Colour Red
The Colour Red I point to an apple. “Red,” I say, and you agree. But how do I know that your red is…
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Hazel Windsor
Part 1 || Hazel Windsor Hazel was homeschooled as a child. Her parents, Xira and Evander Windsor, loathed public schools, as well as private…
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the sky simply fell, mother
the sky simply fell, mother i looked at her, the old her i knew, through the door, fingers knitted together to weave dawn, i…
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HEINA V
HEINA V The walk home felt longer than it should have. I had taken this route thousands of times before. I knew…
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If I was utterly bewitched by you
Chapter 2 || Hazel Windsor The girl in front of me looked like she was about to die of laughter. I did not know…
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HEINA IV
HEINA IV The crackle came again. It was a sound that was barely audible, not loud enough to surprise me, but also…
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Calla
The snow was stained a beautiful scarlet. I dropped to my knees, pulling off damp gloves to pack it tightly in little moulds meant…
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mother, i miss spring already
mother, i miss spring already TW: implications of death and blood opal eyes glared at me, it was the eyes of a “florist”…
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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…
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Last Goodbyes
Last Goodbyes [The view is hazy before clearing: a vague memory of a summer afternoon. An outside corridor stands before us, bright with…
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It’s Cold
It’s Cold “Damn it…” Paris never bothered to check if the restaurant was closed on a holiday. So we were left…
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Winter Spent as Cato Johanson
Winter Spent as Cato Johanson “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ― Attributed to […]…
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101 guide to a birthday
101 guide to a birthday The candles are finally blown out. The knife sinks into the cake, but never reaches the bottom. The…
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To Give Up The Ghost
He knelt at the grave. The dirt clung to the sides of his trousers, the grass beneath was wet. He repressed the urge to…
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The Water Jar
I hate my water jar; the shape is so clunky, no comfort, no handles, no grace, just a stubborn, tedious, white knob you twist…
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One Look
CW: Violence, mention of alcoholism “You’re not from around here.” The cashier said. He had flat eyes and a buzzed haircut, tattoos wound…
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Reverie of Elysia
Excerpt from “Reverie of Elysia’s Discovery” (2103-2112) The prevailing assumption is that Elysia, if it exists at all, occupies space—a plane of existence…
