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the plum you’re meant to eat next summer
last summer when i was busy falling in love with you, i couldn’t see anything else. when we gathered in the living room sitting cross legged, you turned off the…
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Between Faith and Freedom: The World of Sinners
*Disclaimer; This analysis contains spoilers for the movie Sinners Set in 1930s Mississippi amidst Jim Crow and the Prohibition, the movie Sinners directed by Ryan Coogler, opens with an animation…
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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 Taint in Your Eyes
Clarity has always had its way of eluding me. Eyes open? Eyes closed? It holds little difference to me. It’s all a gray blur. I’ve rubbed my eyes raw so…
Posted inEcho Buzz
Is Feminism Needed?
Disclaimer: this article contains discussion of sexual and gender-based violence, which may be upsetting or difficult to read for some readers. Please proceed with caution as you engage with this…
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Seeds
Arthur Miller is arrested two days before Christmas. It has been three months since Cody disappeared, and Miller is nothing more than a ghost of a man. His face is…
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Echo Recalls: MUFY Sharity Fiesta
On the 7th of October, the Monash University Foundation Year (MUFY) student council wrapped up their 2-day Sharity event, a charity fundraiser raising funds for SHELTER Home for Children. The…
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UM Admissions Fiasco: Explained
Edward Wong, a STPM (Sijil Tinggi Pelajaran Malaysia) graduate from SMK Jit Sin in Bukit Mertajam, Penang recently went public with his predicament where as a top-scorer who achieved 4.0…
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The Monster In Her Closet
Cold. All she felt was the cold. It was hard for her to imagine that just a year ago, she had always anticipated the season of frost. She loved to…
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The Fervour of Breath
John Doe From the veil, birthed, I was blind Lost - from night to night - unkind Ash or clay, that clad my heart I did not know, the end…