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Rainy Day Playlist
Rainy days are coming! Allow yourself to curl up with a blanket and perhaps a cup of warm tea while immersing in this diverse playlist. There is a song for nearly everyone. Maybe you’ll discover a new tune or artist you like. Snuggle up and enjoy! This playlist was compiled by our contributing writer, Nina…
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The Clover Contract
Emma blamed her red hair for her bad luck. The fiery strands had earned her nicknames like “Carrot Top” and “Matchstick” growing up, but now they just served as a reminder that she couldn’t blend in—no matter how much she wanted to. Living in a cramped apartment above a thrift shop, she’d spent years scraping…
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When Love Feels Like War
She doesn’t remember the exact moment it happened, but she remembers when her mother slowly, yet surely, stopped allowing her to be in her arms. She must have been about three or four years old when the warm embraces became less frequent, the affection more distant. Maybe her mother didn’t mean to shut her out;…
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Unspoken Waves
I built a bridge of words to reach you, Crafted from quiet sighs and restless nights. Each syllable, a whisper of my heart, Hoping to meet yours halfway. But your silence is a tide, Rising, pulling me further from the shore. I call out, yet the echo fades, Swallowed by waters, you won’t cross. Did…
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The Quaint Little Café
Being a writer is a very lonely job; you spend 100% of your time sitting at a desk in front of a computer, letting your imagination run wild as you write your next story or continue with your current piece. You can become a recluse sitting in your home, away from social interaction, as your…
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Celestial Contemplations
Her hair flies in the breeze. Shades of golden and hints of red, the light dances. She looks up at me and smiles. Her smile, like the Moon, cut in half. I stand, I stare I contemplate. What’s prettier? The Sun? The Moon? Or, You? This was written by our contributing writer, Shams Seraj.
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Puddles
This illustration was done by Kristi Coghlan who is our writer, Karina Coghlan’s mother. Two hands and a nose press up against the window pane, trying to get a better look at the storm outside. The moon’s glow and the twinkle of stars are hidden behind dense rain clouds. Only the light from the house,…
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Three Haikus: Nine Nights
F.P.E. Freshly brewed iced tea Poured over sour lemon Encrusted with ice chunks Forlorn owl fly Past the bruised pearl moon over Eternal stars burning black Fake tongue stumbling Pry natural words from my mouth Easily come forth A.L.H. Ash to ash, blinding Lava spit unto the sky Heaven bound to Earth Alive and breathing…
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Weapon
Feelings are a weapon. Good news is, they don’t cut. Bad news is that they’re blunt. Your words don’t make me bleed. They pierce my skin and crush my bones. Resentment, anger, hatred. These are the things my mind wants me to feel. But this thing in my chest won’t allow me to. You take…
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Wings Of Spring
Today, I woke up, To the melodious sane, Twittering on the Hawthorn tree, Just by my windowpane… Reflecting the Sun’s warm hug, With a warmth so pure, Embraced my wretched soul To find solace in nature’s cure… For the tears have now dried, And my heart bears weight no more, So, I gently propped my…
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Adrift (2018)
Icelandic Director Baltasar Kormákur made a ‘splash’ in cinemas with his new film ‘Adrift’. Whilst he is previously known to have directed other biographical films such as ‘The Deep’ and ‘Everest’, Adrift will certainly make a running in the box office. While this film came out in 2018, it still has a lasting impact on…
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Viridescent
The world stands on tiptoe, reaching, reaching—toward the light, the warmth, the infinite expanse of possibility. Fields ripple like rushing waves, their grasses alive in unfolding windstorms. Trees arch skyward at the forest’s edge, their crowns a viridescent cathedral. Even the smallest things—a drop of rain hanging onto ferns, a seed lodging itself in the…
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