Creative

I am not a garden

by Bella Ziade I am going to keep the dead flowers in my room until I feel better That way I won't see my bed as a graveyard but rather as something that gives and lets go Blooms and buries And though the smell of decay is not sweet Nor …

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A Waste of Sour Milk

By Daniel Magee I think we form connections with other people as a way of knowing ourselves. A light cannot illuminate itself; a flame cannot warm itself; you cannot know yourself. But who you connect to matters a great deal. I once read the line, “You are the average of the ten people you spend …

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Body Horror

by Juliet Manolias You extend your pinkie fingers first. A herculean task, but you manage it fine, and decide to toy with the idea of freeing the rest in succession. They were clenched into fists for so long that your joints are stiff, and each movement makes you far too …

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Fabricated

By Alexandra Witting “The policemen had been armed and blockading the streets on the day of the protest.” The man with the tools handed Ishna his small screen. After scanning the vast hall for sight of her manager, she dared to take it. On its surface appeared the title of …

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So, ‘Freedom’, What Is It?

Illustrated by Wen Yu Yang Wen is a first-year Commerce student from the Island of Bubble Milk Tea, Taiwan. When she’s not writing, she can be found on volleyball courts, by the sea, or wandering in worlds of magic, faeries, and dragons.

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