Echo Buzz: Refresh and Restart: Advice from (Not So) Big Sisters
Source Growth is an action that should be a constant in one’s life, and it is undoubtedly a scary thing. It is necessary for everyone as staying stagnant at a…
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When Stars Align
Will I meet you at a party?Sit next to you on a plane?Maybe I already know you and loathe you,But we’ll fall in love someday.– Dear Soulmate by Laufey The…
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What She Would’ve Told Me
19th October 1990 It had to happen. Fingertips tracing the edges of my visage, I couldn’t help but sneer at the sight before me. The uneven curves that cemented themselves…
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The Gambler’s Dice (Perception Check)
I can see you following me. Yeah, you. With the slanted cap and the dark flapping coat and the Metallica t-shirt. I’ve known since Ashdown Street that you’ve been darting…
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The Prodigal Cat
1. Fireworks A new day, an infant dawn Drifting fingers past months long gone Starbursts in the night sky A final bid, farewell goodbye The house doors are unbolted The…
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What We Can
As an avid learner, my curiosity for people grows fervently every day. How we communicate with one another, an individual’s ins and outs, their likes and dislikes, are topics that…
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Terminal Velocity
Balance is second-nature. Will is a hawk, lithe presence peering down from forty feet above. The walkway lies - a gorge, a crevasse, splitting the earth down to the rising…
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The World At Our Feet
If we’re running out of time, if we are that’s fine, Just don’t make me ride by myself. So 'till it all slows down, Ride with me round and round…
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Paper Dolls
Trigger Warning: Gore, Animal Death, Implied / Referenced Cannibalism Outside, thunder rapped against the steel frame of the windows. Emmanuel sat, and watched the rain streak tears against the flat…
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THE RIPTIDE.
Red liquid spilt onto the wooden floor, caressing the cracking splinters as sloshes of red seeped into his worn-out socks.Pathetic. Useless. That was all he could see himself as.Donovan Choo……