Category: 16th Edition
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There is no place in London quite like the Royal Exchange. People from all across the world gather in one place to trade their goods, so a man from Wales could purchase a flower from Madagascar. Animals that most would never have the chance to see in their entire lifetime are held in cages for…
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The Wanting Kid, wants. To be like dad. White like dad. The Wanting Kid is Korean and white. Different. A half and a half. The Wanting Kid wants blue eyes and blonde hair. No room for dark. Only white. The Wanting Kid …
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Pushing up on the shore, He stares into the abyss. Distant in the night, Eclipsed by the rising moon, Reflecting on the sea– Dangerous waves, Powerful lightning Flashing and quaking Off in the distance. A weak breeze tussles his hair, But his brown eyes– Eyes of the earth and sky– They drink in the darkness,…
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Why don’t you like me? It was a simple question. One that did not fall on deaf ears. The statue, a picture of perfection, Leaned down, its ears growing. Why don’t you like me? I repeated, holding back from crying. The ears shrunk and the statue said nothing. My tears fell, knowing I’d get nothing.…
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my eyelashes succeed fluttering away my tears navigating the downpour like a moth lost in fear. they strive to stay dry and sane and alive while there in the dark they both lose their light. but defenses find their tomb after a battle well fought and to the damp gloom they both will succumb. Viola…
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Baby, I’m an apocalyptic dream! There’s nobody quite like me, I am the beginning of the end— a disaster caught in the palm of your hand! Destruction burns through my blood, can you taste it on your lips, love? I am the one prophecy you couldn’t predict, the haunted bones lying beneath your crypt! I…
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Chloe Dee is a junior at Lindenwood University and studies Creative Writing with minors in Studio Art and Art History. Exploring human emotions, both positive and negative, has been a particular interest of hers when creating pieces. To keep up with her work, follow her at blissful_productions_16 on Instagram.
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It was hard to try and make a living here, and Avia knew this well. Even being named a mastra at birth, it served her no better than performing parlor tricks on the street for gold. So, like most residents of Miredge, she faced an arduous job in the mines. Miredge has seen tough times…
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Lliam Gammon Hello, the name’s Lliam Gammon, who is a freshman at Lindenwood University. The piece presented before you is named “The Circle of Life.” The skull represents death; it’s cold, hard, and a big pill to swallow throughout the fragile life we live. The flower full of life and color is representing how as life comes…
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My favorite memory is from a late night in December last year. It was almost a whole year before the accident. I vividly remember the way Annika’s hair fell across her shoulder and the arm of her car seat. She always had such pretty hair. It was straight and soft and I loved whenever she…
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