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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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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 13th Hour
The mantelpiece clock let out a low mechanical sigh, Then plunged at full speed into its twelve wailing chimes, The silence was disrupted by the ripple of sound waves, Like…
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Last Snowfall Of A Dying God
He did not feel it, as eons stretched and all that remained was the stardust in the abyss of the universe. He knew only the death of life - it…