The Lone Hyacinth
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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…
Midnight Sun
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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…
The Things Left Unsaid: Silent Love
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The Things Left Unsaid: Silent Love

What’s it like to be the eldest sibling? Our latest short film, “The Things Left Unsaid: Silent Love,” follows Angel, someone trying to get through her studies while somehow being…
The Shop Downtown
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The Shop Downtown

It was a strange and terrifying feeling to forget your own name. “H-harrows, I mean, uh—Harry Hollows.”  It was supposed to be my first day of work at the local…
On The First Night 
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On The First Night 

Reverie 09:59, 3rd January The corridor seemed to stretch endlessly. My mind was in a daze, only focusing on the fact I was late. The unfamiliar walls, windows and waves…
The Looking Glass
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The Looking Glass

7.42 PM Chloe Carter leant against the white edge of the alcove between Rooms 11 and 13, breath grey and misted, as she itched for another cigarette. She scratched her…