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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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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…
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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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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…