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The Murns
Patient Therapy Session Log Session #01 Date: 22 March 2026 Recording Start: 10:05:37 AM [Transcript Begins] Dr. Stuart: Since this is our first session together, let’s start off with a…
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Found Family
I’ve never liked children. They’re a nuisance to everyone around them, and I believe the only reason society as a whole has put up with them is because they pity…
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A Tiny Delirium
On a lively street of cafes and boutiques stood a house inside of a house. Rather, a collection of miniature houses sold inside an establishment to be known as Blanchard’s–…
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A ghost of a chance
Mismatched socks caught in my eyes, They remind me of your quiet lies. Into the lost and found they hide, Like us, misplaced and left aside. I wonder if you'll…
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The Hand of God
Act 1 THE CHORUS: “And so there the watchmen stood In crooked bow and gloomy mood Tumult and thoughts in silent brew In shadow, amongst the stony few.” “Vigil” in…
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A Summer’s Love
It was only a summer love,yet it left behind a thousand "what ifs."The season faded long ago,but the memories never did. I thought I had more time,more time to ask…
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the plum you’re meant to eat next summer
last summer when i was busy falling in love with you, i couldn’t see anything else. when we gathered in the living room sitting cross legged, you turned off the…
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Good Girls Go To School
“Aisha, wait up!” Maria called up at the top of her lungs as she ran towards her friend, who was already a step away from leaving the school gates. Her…
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Foxglove
When she opened her eyes, all she could see was blue. Her head throbbed something fierce, like she’d fallen face-first into the wrong end of a blender. It took a…
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Unseen Hues
Cian The night cloaked us in a moonlit chill as I sped down the cherry-petalled boulevard. Crisp, spring air filled my car when Kael rolled down his window. His second-last…