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The Monster In Her Closet
Cold. All she felt was the cold. It was hard for her to imagine that just a year ago, she had always anticipated the season of frost. She loved to…
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Ask the Angel
“Ask the angel.” That’s exactly what Nina did. Her companion’s expression didn’t change from where he towered over her abuela’s grave—he stared stony and gray, with the chiselled edges of…
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Nobody’s Daughter
Lovely Elena. Beautiful Elena. Just Elena—but none of them ever came close to the one I so desperately craved to hear once more. The “Elena” that sounded as soft as…
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The Fervour of Breath
John Doe From the veil, birthed, I was blind Lost - from night to night - unkind Ash or clay, that clad my heart I did not know, the end…
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On the horrifying ordeal of remembering
The first time I alluded to grief it felt as if I came in contact with myself––somewhat alarming voices of my mother drowned in floods, survivors of the water antagonising…
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The Paths Left Behind
In case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now, I love you more than you’ll wrap your head now, In case you don’t live forever, let me tell…
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Violence, Environmentalism, And Studio Ghibli
Disclaimer: The following article spoils many, many details from the films Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, Laputa: Castle in the Sky, and Princess Mononoke. It also discusses dark…
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Dream Man
I never understood how dreams worked. I had never dreamt, as dreaming is a neurological process requiring both sleep and a brain, neither of which I possessed. I doubt I…
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In Breaking, She Blossomed
I There was no root she could dig up, no moment to blame. Her introverted self didn’t grow out of cruelty or neglect. It simply existed — like air or…
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What Remains
The pigeon still watched him, that blasted thing. It cooed like a rat, snow white wings fanning out against the dilate horizon. He’s reminded of something sinister, unnamed and hungry. …