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Goldilocks Review
Too hot: We Were Liars by E. Lockhart A haunting, thrilling, mystery, We Were Liars by E. Lockhart was a true page turner. It follows the lives of a distinguished family, the Sinclair’s, telling a story of family, love, money, power, loss, and tragedy told from the perspective of the eldest Sinclair grandchild, and heir…
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The Game Is Afoot: Sherlock’s Kid Sister Outwits The Famous Detective
By Ayden Duchovnay A murderous assassin pursuing a dashing marquess through bustling 19th century London. An enigmatic mother vanished into thin air from her countryside mansion. Two baffling mysteries to be solved by Sherlock Holmes? Think again. Enola Holmes opens with a shot of a disheveled girl riding a bike through the English countryside. With…
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Familiar Glow
by Sylvia Ewart She felt the cold of the winter breeze draw around her in an icy gust, and she hugged her jacket closer to her body, shivering. The moon rose above the city; a subtle, familiar glow. She let out another sad sigh in an attempt to release the less than ideal events of…
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Beloved
by Alex Barnett I walk secret roads that wind and turn through caverns they ascend you will never see and descend for a short eternity until 11:13 rain turns me left to a bed built underneath a cloud by two guests: Beloved Beloved so i fall asleep dreaming of poems i will never write always…
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Death’s Birds
by Anonymous One winter night wading through a neighborhood slick with tears and dying buds of February’s false spring, I asked Death who trudged beside me, what he was doing in the windows. He was catching birds, he said. In the midst of cold, where sadness teams like mosquitos to light, and voices build a…
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The Yellow House
Inspired by Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman // Written by Ainsley King My head is wrapped in yellow wallpaper. Peeling golds, falling canaries, shriveling lemons, and crumbling ambers. A stifling hand of chartreuse on my mind. Tornados of neon’s swirl in the sunshine of my brain. Pools of ochre rest and ripple in the…
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Twisted Fruit
by Alex Barnett twisted fruit grows from ordinary trees Sprouting at awk ward angles disturbing the ordered spirals and twists the manicured leaves off-color, bru ised, and s our ripped off and thrown under turning spokes inside thick rubber wedges under rumbling metal beasts spewing smoke and hellfire an ordinary assembly line monster except for…
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