Creative
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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 I just seem to change…
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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 – maybe this is an…
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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 failed were simply lazy, stupid,…
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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 I took felt like stepping…
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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 was enough— Contributing to the…
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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 dead?” [Yes.] “Right.…
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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…
