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In Eulogy of a Pelt
I woke up in a cornfield. The first thing I saw were the stars. It pulsed - that dotted swirl of remote diamond light, flush against the abyssal black. The…
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The Echo of Then: A Short Film
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uYyybxkDK8 “The Echo of Then” begins with what looks like a simple day in Renata’s life. She wakes up, brushes her teeth, eats breakfast, and goes to campus. Same routine.…
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Seeds
Arthur Miller is arrested two days before Christmas. It has been three months since Cody disappeared, and Miller is nothing more than a ghost of a man. His face is…
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An Overdue Parting
It was a Saturday evening like any other, as Luke stepped out of the wooden door that separated the fresh air and the dullness of his house. The clouds in…
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The Long Ride
“Traffic is still slowly crawling on the Tuas Link back to Johor-” Samuel Tang turned the radio off immediately. He did not need any more reminders of the soul-sucking, blood-curdling,…
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Infestation
Not only was she broke, she was also hungry and half dead from exhaustion. Life wasn't treating her fairly. The one and only apartment she could ever afford was tinier…
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Dead Letter Office
Memory is like a moth. It flutters. It drifts. It finds an abandoned wardrobe of precious clothes to nest and gorges itself, leaving behind the gift of dust and scraps.…
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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 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…