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by: Sophie Quindara I ran a red light last August because I was thinking of him. Somewhere in the intersection amidst the car horns and blaring reflections, I realized I had lost myself, a tether severed miles ago that I hadn’t noticed until now. In an attempt to run away from him, I turned around…

by: Ayesha Shelar It prevails. I couldn’t do the assignment I was given. Something about a fire across town, two people injured, no one dead. There was clearly nothing else of importance in that week, as when I went to investigate the bakery that the fire erupted from, it looked near pristine, a pink cupcake…

by: Gauri Binup “Mason Adler and Petra Nightingale.” So simply it was said, and yet it had sealed her fate. But how could the professor have known? The lecture hall for Introduction to Feminist Literature had always been rather big, after all, packed with surly first-year students who had no means of knowing yet how…

by: David Telles November, 2023, 9 p.m. (GMT) — London, UKIt drove us insane. The plane ride has the atmosphere of an outdoor rock concert in July. The cabin was muggy, the floor trembled beneath our feet, and the passengers seemed determined to occupy every inch of space except their assigned seats. Genesis looked at…

by: Olivia Licona The sun did not seem to set. Rather, it was the night that had a way of crawling across the quiet college campus. The light from the sun was snuffed out, replaced by the cool, piercing pale light from the moon. It was quiet enough to hear the leaves fall as the…

by: Sophia Hill It was the smoothest sky I’d ever seen. Gooey blue, fading in and out of cool, muffled hues. Each heaven-sent petal burst from its blooming peak, billowing over us like an old painting tarp, cast way up by a sudden gust of wind. So smooth, it was almost fuzzy, snuffing out every…

by Johnathan Jackson It all started when Dalen Prince blew out the candles on his cake for his 17th birthday. It was a rather plain affair that only inspired excitement in the dullards. Dalen shared similar sentiments but he found himself lucky enough to have parents who still did this for him. With a harsh…

by Gauri Binup And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.  I. Smoke and mirrors.  Civ works at a convenience store.  The building was not a convenience store by birth. It used to be a small, remote retirement home, but after a particularly grueling scandal decades ago (she doesn’t know the specifics),…

by Sophie Quindara I remember vividly my first pair of glasses–non-perscription purple frames that slipped down my nose even standing still. I loved them. I had seen my older sister and brother wear glasses and believed it to be a privilege. Ever jealous, ever naive. I begged for glasses. When my mom found me these,…

Written By: Audrey PomeroyGraphic By: Audrey PomeroyMy head spins as I pull everything out of the box, dump it on the floor, and restart. No matter what order I put everything in, it doesn’t quite fit; the box doesn’t quite shut. I turn around, flustered, pulling my hair back into a ponytail in the vain…