ALL POSTS
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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…
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Tombstone Of Human
I begin all my letters with the same phrase. And end them the same way too. Wishes, A thousand and one flowers over…
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The day… Tuesday!
“Tuesday,” I muttered to no one in particular as I rolled out of bed. The minimalist black and fawn clock on the far wall…
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All The World’s A Stage
Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always the theatre’s lowest surface,…
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Reminisce of a Better Life
At night, I sit on the windowsill and wonder how Earth rotates and shows us stars. At night, I lie awake to realise, I’m…
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Goosebumps: Our Useless Superpower?
You ever wonder why we get goosebumps? Well I did, once. In year 9. I had to write a speech for English and, for…
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Band Rehersal
Disclaimer: This piece is entirely a joke. 27/09 Hey, it’s been a while. (Is Ivory high again?) Not much has happened really. A…
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Unopened Letters
The time is 2:56 am. On a ripped piece of card that peeks out of scattered papers, there is almost illegible handwriting. Letters are…
