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transparency by natalie cullen
Hey. So, I’m a ghost, and I have been for a few months now. Being in my state, you experience things that you couldn’t imagine as a living human. You go through the motions. At first you’re understandably in mourning of your life. Then you slip into a depressive state, followed by a glorious revelation…
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encounter with a black-eyed child by rebecca milne
They want me to be ok, they tell me it was nothing, but I know what I saw. I saw it. I’ve been stuck in this asylum for months and they go through the ‘it’s not real’ talk every day. I want to believe it, but every day, it finds its way back into my…
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missing pieces by charlotte ecclestone
The absence of clarity over what life I’m fighting for is the unspoken truth and composition I can’t bring myself to tell. Is that because I long for the life I left behind? Or because I can’t work out what is missing in the first place?
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Hopscotch? by a.j. flanagan
There was heavy rain in the parking lot. Everywhere, really, but especially in the parking lot. Cracks as trenches in the puddles. Dots and circles. From the desk closest to the window, I couldn’t make out the dots, but there were the circles.
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2025 Refreshers Fair Winners!
For the Refreshers fair, we organised a little flash writing competition to help stretch your writing skills. The Refreshers Fair is a chance to refamiliarize yourself with the campus after the winter break and to get back into the swing of things. So what better way than a competition to engage those writing muscles? We…
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celia by rebecca milne
“Follow me,” she whispered. I could not see any of her facial features as she grabbed my arm and I followed along behind her. Her boots, cloak and hat were all caught or attached to each other, not that she minded of course because she led me down the misty alley and we took an…
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Sad Songs on Road Trips By A.J. Flanagan
A young woman, staring. Not at anything in particular, not up, and not too deep into nothing, but staring with blank, unfocused eyes somewhere near an open door. Spotlights flashing across her eyes, shifting, pulsating, shine against the rest of her, which is darkened by the night time, by the rest of the bar’s lights,…
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