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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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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…
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At First Sight
In a world where a single gaze could empty your memory, I wonder, If you would still look up at me? Not to remember, but to choose? Eye to eye.…
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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…
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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…
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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…