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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…
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Isidora
I face most encounters alone. I’ve gotten used to being by myself in my experiences – the good, the bad, the in-between – meeting different people, and visiting all the…
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The Unseen
There are things no eyes can see, yet they consume the most of me. Lleno de luz, my soul, my muse You are the flame the night once knew, and…
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Invisible String
There’s this theory that has been turning over in my mind lately; the way you might rotate a smooth stone between your fingers, trying to feel for its hidden fractures. …
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To Rescue A Father
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Petals Between Us
The sakura tree by Halcyon Library, just beyond the old campus, has always been our shared anomaly. All throughout our senior year, we would have our clandestine rendezvous every night…
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The Lone Hyacinth
“My Fair Lady cloaked in deep royal purple, How is life over yonder? A place between the heavens and below, What a place to rest, to respite, to rise.” A…
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in root, rot and bloom
Howard McFarland kissed the little crown of his daughter’s head and stroked the soft brown fuzz of her hair. She didn’t stir. She was sprawled in her crib with a…
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Midnight Sun
MINUTE 0 He’s still crying when the song ends. The sky glitters black and blue like a bruise, scorching a brand into Rex’s heart. The end, it spells out, drops…