“Can you hold my coat? I’m going to just walk around for a bit,” she said, handing off her long, black jacket to her husband before he had a chance to respond.
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My pen carves out valleys, creates monuments of thought.
I am who I am because…
I am who I am because Sam Smith’s voice makes me tear up, but few other things do, not even death.
Cutting Someone Off Feels Like Drowning A Puppy
You are drowning a puppy. You are so tempted to let the puppy live but for some reason you know in your heart that this puppy, however cute and engaging, is toxic. So it squirms to use its air path, and it struggles hard to win back the right to breathe but slowly it startsContinue reading “Cutting Someone Off Feels Like Drowning A Puppy”
The Lunchroom
She walks into the lunchroom, feet following the rhythm of those of the three girls who walk in by her side. Veering through the mess of chairs and tables, this quartet makes their way to their favorite lunch line, with their favorite lunch lady. “Ew, there’s water on this plate!” wails one of her friends. “Oh myContinue reading “The Lunchroom”
Letters to old friends about why we’re not friends today
Dear A, This is one of those relationships where I don’t think anything went wrong. We used to be the best of friends because of our similar backgrounds and traits. I think I was the one who changed. Look at you now! You are so beautiful and basically a better version of yourself than backContinue reading “Letters to old friends about why we’re not friends today”
Lack of dialogue
Sitting in class, I hear the teach say do silent work; you can use headphones if you’d like. I pull them on and work silently for a few. But silence is curiosity suppressed and I look up.
Guest Post: Aporia
So quick backstory. This is Earth, about a thousand years later. We’ve averted the global warming crisis of 2032 and 2503, but because of this, Earth is now an inhabitable wasteland, save for its middle atmosphere, where humanity now lives. Having built a floating city using anti-gravity technology developed in 2380 when humanity tried toContinue reading “Guest Post: Aporia”
Intense, like no other
Intense, like running a burned finger under cold tap water Intense, like debating for 3 days straight Intense, like the way you devote your life to something unconventional knowing there are so many reasons for which it could fail, but holding on because of the one reason it might work out Intense…is the way IContinue reading “Intense, like no other”
A monologue about eyes
I won’t bother speaking about the color of her eyes, as they are irrelevant. I won’t bore you with the typical blue oceans or pools of chocolate brown, as she can’t control her eye color. I won’t bother telling you how her eyelashes are unnaturally long, or how they bat and flutter little Eskimo kisses.Continue reading “A monologue about eyes”
Cat Zhang 