Creative
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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 bury it deep in the…
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Your Pick
I wake up to see myself travelling over darkness. What is that? Something bumpy? My foot hovers over the pedal, and my hands are placed on the steering wheel,…
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Birthdays
I recently came across a Polaroid of myself on my fourth birthday. I know it was my fourth because I was holding up four fingers, sitting at the dinner…
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One To Seven
1. It’s scenic. Most places are, when you stop to smell the roses (see: 1). You move, happily—or perhaps more accurately—contently, towards your favorite park bench. It’s old, older…
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Up and Down Again
Birds of a feather- do they truly flock together? Do they obey the wind, or each other? They never hesitate to peck and rip; their nature is not so…
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Tomorrow Will Be Better
Tomorrow won’t be like today, when everything was sharp and cold, biting and cutting, a million little needles performing embroidery on tapestries of our skin. Tomorrow will be…
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Slow Down
I had been sitting on the floor of your bedroom, surrounded by toy cars. Your little brother finally came to build a race track with us, and for that,…
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Fantasia – Prelude
Fantasia – Prelude Fading summer heat wavers through the fields. In the distance, the serene ringing of birdsong sounded, a melancholy melody merging with the chirping of cicadas. The…
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Bits of Neptune
At the age of four, I gained consciousness for the first time. I watched documentaries about little cartoon characters exploring deep space in pretty purple rockets and fighting off…
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The Throne, the Flame, and the Secret
Laid beneath the cloudy sky; too far away to see with just one bare eye, uncovered where the Castle of Wings once stood. A prince of fairly small size…
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Looking Back
A year from now it’ll all be different. A year from now you’ll be there, and I’ll be here, and it’ll almost go back to the way it was…
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Change In Heart
A field with 20 mm of rain, scattered all around. When I leaned back, I fell, and in more than one way, it hurt. I felt a seraphic stream…
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the still-beating things
I “Are you brainwashed?” they ask, “Are you religious?” curious, probing. I am neither. The truth is too grueling to pin down. Isn’t cruelty drawn to us, as we…
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Red Flowers
The moon. The moon shines bright. Water, water. Scarlet water. All around her, the ritual flowers blossomed. Red spider lilies. Water was dripping down her hair. Hinako raised her…
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That Stupid Doll
This looks like something out of a painting, she thought. The sand lined the sea like fairy dust, the pebbled surface of the water slowly swaying from one side…
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The Lord Of Dispodel (III)
The throne room of the court of Dispodel was unusually simple. It had a dark oak interior with four steel, leather padded seats on each side of a silver…
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The Lord Of Dispodel (II)
Lathion held his sword over his assailant. His face darkened by the dimness of the derelict room. He had taken one of the men who had attacked the bar…
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In Love With The Other Side
I wake up to a system reboot. The light glows in front of me, but I don’t see the usual silhouette through the webcam. There seems to be something…
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The First Hotpot I Can Remember
Savoury wafts of steam danced above the large pot warmed up the tightly packed room. You could hear bursts of laughter emerging like the popping bubbles inside the boiling…
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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, too small to stop anything.…
