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The Wankenstein Residency

[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders and violence. Reader discretion is advised. Mrs. Amy Wankenstein woke up one day finding herself alone in her bedroom. Mr. Adam Wankenstein wasn’t home that night. He had gone… Continue Reading →

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Never there lived a man

Never there lived a man  With a name that rhymed with ‘The Man’ He was the ruler of all land Of all trees and all sparrows that lived within; Of all ocean and whales and fish and reefs; He was… Continue Reading →

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The Rise Of Sneaker Culture

While the on-court action is the heart of the game, the ‘sole’ belongs to the sneaker culture that has been a part of the sport’s fabric since 1917, when Converse released their All-Star basketball shoe. Chuck Taylor would help launch… Continue Reading →

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The Vindication of Modern Feminism

The internet has taught me how to potentially kill a man. Not in a How To Get Away With Murder or Gone Girl-ish way but in a what if you get assaulted while walking back home and need to majorly… Continue Reading →

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The Outsiders

Imagine if you were to fall, fall apart at the seams, be another brick on the wall, and give up on your dreams. Blindly going along, you’d be gasping for air, battling what’s right and wrong, thinking life’s not fair…. Continue Reading →

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4:33 A.M.

Spoiler Alert: The following write-up is inspired by, and includes major spoilers of the book “After Dark” by Haruki Murakami.  Chapter names of the book are time-stamps. [Trigger Warning] The book contains descriptions of violence and injury. Reader discretion is… Continue Reading →

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The Battle by the Cherry Blossoms

[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders and violence. Reader discretion is advised. I have to find him. He couldn’t have gone that far, could he? Saya thought to herself as she searched for Chihaya. Of… Continue Reading →

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Let’s talk about love

“I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.” ― Brené Brown. I was sitting in the most boring math class ever, almost on the verge of… Continue Reading →

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The Secret Assassin

“It has been three months since William’s death. The police have been investigating this case with the utmost confidentiality. They also seem to have made no progress in this case, as the murderer left no tracks behind-“ *turns off the… Continue Reading →

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Little Women: Big Comparison

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents”, and while I’m a bit late to the party (package falling off the sleigh and all), I am delighted to declare that Little Women will serve as the perfect latish present. It is… Continue Reading →

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Redemption

There wasn’t a soul in sight in the dark alleyway, its contours illuminated by the faint light of the moon. A perfect night for some quiet and speed she thought. Nyx fastened the helmet on her head. She plugged her… Continue Reading →

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Do dreams sleep in the day?

On a mid-autumn day at 8 o’clock when the colour of a setting sun begins to show on tree leaves, and the nights are shorter than the steps on your way from sleep to dreams, the Carnival beckons you. It… Continue Reading →

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The Dead Poet That Lived

“Neil Perry! You’re up next!” a voice said. All the hustle and bustle of the theatre atmosphere made it hard for him to know who it was. Although this was his thirty-sixth play, Neil was nervous like it was his… Continue Reading →

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Tattoos and ties

I was watching yet another exciting season of Mirzapur with my friends when my grandfather said the most typical thing, “How do you guys watch these web series loaded with action and abuse? Our time had the best movies which… Continue Reading →

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An Alternate Ending – The Bell Jar

The city was covered in snow as if a white blanket were placed on it. The fresh scent of vanilla pines made me want to bottle it up; something to remember the asylum by,  besides its people.   A Week:… Continue Reading →

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It’s a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird

Miss Caroline said, “Well done, Scout!” as she saw Jem and me leaving the theatre. I signaled her a thank you and started walking home with Jem. We had a lot of fun and a tad bit of discomfort walking… Continue Reading →

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The Robber

On the day just before New Year’s Eve in a fairly small town happened something that none of the citizens ever imagined. A bank robbery, where the robber wanted to loot six thousand five hundred kronor, eventually turned into a… Continue Reading →

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Let these pages feel your breath

Time may rip up pages from your diary While the fading ink struggles to be seen But the phrases of kindness, scribbled or scribed Will wait for long before they cease   The waves may sweep your traces off the… Continue Reading →

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