I hate to say it, but I got suckered in. Being someone who’s not fond of blood visuals and who disapproves of killing others, I didn’t think I’d be a fan. First off, no, I’ve never been one of the girls who swooned over Edward. If anything, my fascination lies with power. Enter Vampire Dairies and The Originals. Sure there’s built up drama and romance, and everybody living in their town is good looking, but I find myself...
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I can’t remember the last time I’ve cried like this . . . Things are being squeezed from the sponge of my face. They drip towards the carpet. The black hole spirals open in my chest as my mind pedals the distance, generating the current. Beneath my sitting seiza, my toes flicker pins and needles while my throat gasps for air repeating the mantra, “It’s not ok. It’s not ok . . .” For Members only Listen to or download the...
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The wind brushes over the ocean and up the warm sidewalk where people gather with their kids, holding pumpkins with four wheels burrowed through the bottoms. Metal railings snake through the road like Disneyland as families make their way to the sloping hill set apart for the races. Behind the white start line, a father wraps his hands over his son’s that clutch a red pumpkin. “No pushing,” the ref yells. “3, 2,1.” Six...
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The days have silent edges now that I’ve returned from my vacation in Hawaii. When I glance up from my computer, light spills between the blinds, casting the shadow of bars along my carpet in LA. I’d forgotten the inordinate amount of time I spend in my apartment here. A restless yearning fills me, and a craving for a cinnamon latte from a coffee shop 2,500 miles away. * My last few weeks in Hawaii, I’d wake at 7am to the buzzing of a...
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I’m settled on the couch, having just begun a movie, when a fire truck zooms past the street below my window. Interesting, but not alarming. A few seconds later another fire truck follows. Now my attention is perked. In the reflection of the science building next door, I can see the glass windows glowing with red light. The trucks have stopped near the entrance to my apartment complex. Leon jumps up from the couch and cranes...
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From the dark street, the gelato store glows bright and cheery, spilling white light onto the sidewalk. My eyes flicker through the room, the aqua chairs pulling at them like magnets, as the girl doles out two scoops of gelato with a metal spatula. My friend is waiting outside as I bring him a small, wooden spoon with a sample of gelato. The flavor has been his favorite cereal since I was a kid, and so my heart skipped a tiny...
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