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The arguments never lasted long.That was what bothered me. A sharp sentence.A raised voice.Then quiet. Like nothing had happened.Like nothing needed answering. I started to noticehow easily things were smoothed over.How questions became politeness.How silence passed for peace. The house was good at keeping things contained.Doors stayed closedbecause no one insistedthey be opened. At first,…
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Dear Johnny, I don’t even know where to start. I keep thinking about the last time I saw you, lying in that hospital bed and telling me to “stay gold.” At the time, I didn’t understand what you meant. I just wanted you to stay alive. Now, every time I see a sunrise, I hear…
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I climbed today. To me, the kitchen table looked like a mountain, its legs stretching endlessly upward. My hands clung to the grooves in the wood as I pulled myself higher, my heart pounding with the thrill of each step. At the top, I saw them: sugar crystals scattered near the teapot. To humans they…
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In this scene, I imagined Clover standing beneath the lantern, realizing how the dream of equality has faded. This piece is my reflection on that moment. Clover stood under the barn’s dim lantern, her breath rising in soft clouds. The wind slipped through the cracks in the wood, and the faint smell of hay mixed…
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If Anne Shirley had arrived at Andover, she would have been amazed by the wide campus and the busy students rushing across the well-known intersection everyone talks about. She would probably have called it the most beautiful place she had ever seen, with its ivy-covered walls and shining chapel. At first, she might have felt…
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Today I turned down Laurie’s proposal, and though my heart aches, I know it was right. His voice trembled in the firelight, but my resolve was steadier than the shadows. I could not marry him just to satisfy expectations. Ink stains on my fingers remind me of the life I cannot surrender—stories waiting to be…
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