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The Certainty of This Uncertainty
By Shaddy Hanna What is it about our current situation that leaves us so unnerved, so disturbed, and so perturbed? Is it our lack of…
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Water Clock
By Sandra Goria “Dreams and Disillusionment in Medicine” Writing Competition Winner “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need…
Blameless
By Jonathan Cheng “Dreams and Disillusionment in Medicine” Writing CompetitionRunner-up Present In an almost autonomic fashion, Stefanos stared down the bottom of his glass pensively…
Thinking about Mum
“Through your life you have distilled the virtues of this world and poured it out onto me. You always told me they would be endless. For so long – even still – I have acted unmoved. But those words fed a generous stream over stone. Only now do the cracks begin to show beneath a smooth polish.”
A Short Story: Bone Records
“The sounds echoing – outside the alleyway. Steady footsteps. The odd snatch of laughter, syncopating the beat. The x-rays rustling beneath the girl’s worn shirt, like white noise, like an insatiable itch, like a sputtering lighter on the last of its oil that, despite the silent Moscow snow, refused to go out.”