Do I even like strawberries? Cassandra doesn't remember liking them. She remembers eating them, and she remembers sharing them with Alice. She knows she owns several strawberry themed dresses and shirts and pencils. She knows that Alice has given her a strawberry-shaped bag because of…
Continue reading...My relationship with the language I was born with has changed significantly over time, and this particular metamorphosis has come at a time of self-actualisation as I grow into adulthood. I strongly believe that language shapes the way we perceive the world. There is the…
Continue reading...Breathe. I had to breathe. My lungs felt empty and incapable with each and every breath. It felt like there was no oxygen left for me. Panic had me immobilised. An abrupt gasp of air fled my mouth; I struggled to inhale. The air was…
Continue reading...Me: Is this thing working? It took a lot of time for me to get my dad to let me borrow it, you know. DO NOT BREAK I- *Static* Quinn: I GOT IT. Jeez, man. Chill out. It's an old recorder, not a diamond ring.
Continue reading...I come from rich fertile lands threaded through with ribbons of blue-green water. I come from where crows mourn their dead under Poinciana trees and badgers scamper through wild sugarcane, tiny pawprints left like memories in the dirt. Or as my mother calls the long…
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