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What They Were

By Aramayah Ocol Curling at convergence, the red wallpaper yielded to the heat as silence heavier than fog enveloped the space between the two brothers. The flame of the candle resting on the table flickered as steam rose like holy incense from two cups of coffee. Canaan watched Vincent lean forward over the candle setting […]

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Novembers and Airports

By Kayleigh Birch I have this image, and it won’t stop turning over in my head. We were all in Nevada. My lips tasted like they were evaporating (and blueberries and junior year). We were all stumbling back to the hotel room. I didn’t used to be bad on my feet until the rug was […]

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The Echo

Written in the style of Clarie Lispector’s Family Ties By Rebecca Wan I ascended the hill to the mansion that had been touched by death just two weeks ago. Today was a lovely day with lots of sunlight and fresh air, so the impressive mass of an estate that is the Fingir mansion stood out […]

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Metamorphosis

By Madeline Corradi Timara signalled the woman behind the counter to open the exit door for her. Busy with paperwork, the woman failed to notice. She stepped forward and hit her knuckles against the glass. The receptionist looked up at her, smiled apologetically, and finally opened the automatic door. She walked quickly over the cold […]

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Nomadic Thievery

By Tannaaz Zaraineh Iris could feel trickles of sweat sliding down her temples. She had just shot a man–multiple, actually–and watched the closest person to her dive down into swarms of people, right in the middle of Paris. Her anger was festering, among other emotions. At any given moment, she could fall victim to the […]

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Why I Don’t Read Books with Bad Endings

By: Vikram Nijhawan My Aunt Vinay always used to say a person’s life was like a book – a quaint, if not particularly unique simile. “Every ten years is a chapter, and right now I’m on my eighth and last!” she would say, followed by the hearty chuckle of an octogenarian. Dark humour aside, I […]

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Furies

By Kushagrata Goel As she watched the house, it was slowly engulfed by the bright creeping hands of fire. It lit the once solemn night, the streets of this abandoned neighborhood now crowded with unknown faces. She was suddenly aware, every muscle in her body ready to run away from the man running towards her […]