Short Story
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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 mother tells me it causes…
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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. Before I ask any questions,…
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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 was Thunersee, a 53-minute train…
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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 fills the car when it’s…
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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 of disappointment slips into her…
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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 machine gun. Just a plain…
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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 she has. She cranes her…
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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 a stray ray of the…
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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 curtains closed, in a slow,…
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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 read nine minutes past eight.…
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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, but still below the stage…
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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 good chunk of my older…
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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 squeezed together and angular, and…
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Midnight Snack
CW: Disturbing Everything was dark… No– wait. There was light. Somewhere. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. My hands reached around me. The texture of cotton…
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Seagulls
When I was just a child, I’d have dreams. Dreams of the crayon-coloured beaches, Dreams of small stubs of fingers had drawn from five-dollar felts, Dreams of seagulls. Part…
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Chew, Chew, Swallow
The ability to taste what you are eating has benefits. One significant advantage is that you can tell if something is wrong with your food. This is not an…
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When Grief Calls
“Hello?” 7 months, 20 days, and 2 hours had passed since she last called him 7 months, 20 days, and 2 hours since she allowed herself to turn on…
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Sunsets
I once read a quote by Rumi – “true love transcends physical attraction.” By my own relationships, I know this quote to be true. When I threw my hat…
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Library Shenanigans
28/06 “Ebony, you really need to start preparing for your mock exams. What if you unexpectedly get cyanide poisoning two days before your exam and can’t sit it??!” Why…
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Journal Entries for the Unmotivated
23/04/2027 So close, yet so far – I forgot the assessment deadline, so I ended up failing. Wah wah, whatever. I hate law school. There is a pile of…




















