By Bubble Yu
0 – 1
If I had been more attentive to weather forecast, I would have brought my sun umbrella.
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By Penny Zhang
I
Poet Tagore said, “The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.” Wasn’t it true, for both of us?
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By Patrik Moltzen
Fallen leaves crunched under a blue stroller. In it rested a one-year-old child. Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the canopy of leaves.
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By Sissi Chen
6:00
She had had weak health since childhood, so she seldom went out of her little room in which she spent most of her life in.
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by 付亦冉
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By Ivy Chang
Prologue
In Tokyo, he drank hot Matcha for the first time.
It was nearly December, and she was already planning for Christmas.
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By Tak Woo
I was taking a walk in the park when I saw him. I had run out of ideas of what to write for my upcoming poem due in 2 days for a submission to the New Yorker magazine,
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By Kexin Qiu
You and I are in a sterile white room, empty except the two of us. The ceiling is tall, and the room is wide.
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By Sophie Zhang
There is a grey room with grey walls and grey curtains. Mint green, but grey all the same. Grey with excessive sweat, grime, and taints from all over.
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