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Dreamscape
Date: 1983 Location: Villon, Paris. Author: Penelope Thornhill Miss Verena told me today that the peach tree Papa and I planted before I…
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Nature and I
The snow grew needles on my skin, yet my body formed a barrier, producing goosebumps instead of blood. The heatwaves surrounded my fragile body,…
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Force of Nature
Part 1 || Island of Spirits There is a flame spirit in my house. You can never, ever underestimate them, albeit a small…
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HEINA II
TW: mentions of death The crowd didn’t stop moving; that was the first thing I noticed. There were no screams, no hesitation. No…
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City of Ice
Snow fell in thick blankets across the cold, barren landscape in which I trudge. The watery light of the day had long ago slipped…
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My Name Identity
TW: Includes childhood bullying, light hearted conversations, writer notes, and unoriginal classmates. The journey in finding out my name’s story is quite a tale,…
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Literature still matters
Literature still matters Mentis Vitae Provida Mundi The life of the mind, for the life of the world. The summer of 25…
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Hyperparasitism
It had never entered his head that his son was not his own blood. How could it have? But doubt was such an insidious…
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Sophia’s Strangest Disappearance
TW Depression It was not like I could talk a lot of sense into Sophia. I never could. No one ever could. Once…
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Miracle
Miracle It was Orion’s boots that caught his eye first. It was the middle of summer, so those were probably the only…
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I talked and He listened
I talked and He listened. The green pastures let me rest, beside a quiet stream. The earth stretched His glorious hands soaking me in…
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The Composite Piece
Who are you? Who am I? How do I answer that? After all, I am not a singular person. I am a mirror,…
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Puzzle Piece
My mind is a puzzle, But there is a missing piece, I feel alive but incomplete. The others they all seem so Together, But…
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HEINA I
HEINA I TW: mentions of death Maybe this is a dream. Maybe I’m delusional, crazy, making this all up. Or maybe it’s real…
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Three Little Pigs
All three pigs survived, but why was only one of them called smart? They said it was a fair world, that the pigs who…
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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…
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Spilled milk, and other things the cup couldn’t hold
To the one who complied all the answers to the questions I google insistently: Thank you. I wonder If the work you’ve done…
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Hello. You Have Died.
Hello. You Have Died. TWs: mentions of death and suicide [Hello. You have died.] “I— hold on. Wait a minute. I’m…
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She Read it Anyway
She slid her pale hands over the seal, The stamp that had stopped her once before. She swore she’d never touch it again— to…
