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Nyctophilia

When I was younger, I was terrified of the dark. Afraid of the claws ready to grab and pull me under, To snatch me away like a baby from its cradle.   I liked to…


It Lives in My Laundry

There is a laundry monster in the machine, Rumble and tumble, It loves to be clean. It eats my socks and leaves only one. It likes to hum when the washing is done. The laundry…


That Time of the Year

  The air is cooler. The winds grow sharp. When afternoon comes, The sky grows dark.   The rodents fall asleep When the birds fly away. The fire seems warmer With each passing day.  …


Integration

It isn’t safe at night. She knew this as well as anyone else, had been taught to repeat the phrase like a mantra ever since she was a child. Don’t travel alone after dark, and…


The Vivificantem

“Dim, damp, musty, metallic, retching,” I whisper to myself. One word for sight, touch, taste, smell, and hearing. A ritual almost, to ground myself into a reality of sickness and suffering rather than a fantasy…


Perfection

Mia stood in front of the mirror, gritting her teeth at the painful sensation of her skin twisting and crumpling and pinching itself into Leah Wintern, the loved and well-known darling of her school. Her…


But Now She Would Be Called Queen

Margeret Bane had been called many things in her past life: thief, liar, outcast. Now, however, she would be called queen. “All hail Queen Margeret.” She gave a thin-lipped smile to the crowd assembled before…


Apology

I’m very, very good at apologizing, Because I feel like it’s always my fault. If my mistakes were all locked up, I’m a robber who steals them from a vault.   Every problem is a…


In Loving Memory of Qing Han

A girl dressed in darkness, With a hole where her heart should be, With nothing but a red string threaded through, A red string that connected two souls, Plugged into their hearts while listening to…


Metal Memories

A whisper blew through the bare trees as a foggy, lonely mist settled around the forest. Small creaks and hollow moans echoed across the empty playground as the breeze drifted by. A summer taste lingered…


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