Short Story
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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 left for Paris had begun…
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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 one like mine. They can…
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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 one even slowed down. They…
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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 out of sight, and inky…
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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, but it all started when…
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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 thing, digging into the day-to-day,…
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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 she had formed an opinion…
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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 boots around for ten miles.…
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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 His warmth that asked nothing…
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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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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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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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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…
