story

  • Entry 1:

    Journals of a Paranoid Schizophrenic My body doesn’t belong to me anymore. It lags—like a corrupted interface.  I’ll think I moved, swear I saw my arm extend, but then glance… Read more.

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  • It doesn’t matter what I would tell my teenage self. He was more stubborn than I am now and would never listen to anyone, especially myself. Stewing over regrets is… Read more.

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  • Student Body

                Morgan slumped into the back corner of the campus café, where the hum of chatter and the burnt espresso smell filled the air. She squeezed into the booth, tugging her… Read more.

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