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Yesterday, at 8:34 PM, twenty three year old Jacob Smidt hurled himself off the East Village wall into the void. This is now the void’s fifty-fourth victim of the year. In the past five years, our city has seen a growing, disturbing trend of void-seekers. Is this just a coincidence, a streak that just so happens to be, or are these signs of a systemic issue hiding within our city’s shadows? May we keep the victims in our hearts. Have a blessed Sunday morning. Your host, Carol

A circle of people surround the scene, scrutinizing intently, or rather, for most, simply feeding their personal curiosities. As people move past, some are drawn to the circle like a magnet, while others just float right by. I am somewhere in between. There’s a place I must go but my eyes also can’t help but be a servant to my curious mind. My eyes dance back and forth between what’s in front of me and the scene: a knife stuck right through a woman’s ribcage in the middle of

“Make sure to return home before 7 tonight, Callie!” Mom shouts from inside the house as the front door closes behind me. Our home is constructed from palm-sized slabs of granite stone, layered on each other meticulously. Grandma told me the stones were collected from the volcano twenty miles to the North of town. Unicorns, who once used to grace this land, would transport them from the mountains on their mighty backs. But now they’re gone, migrated closer to the heavens, gra

“Chester to D28,” the screen reads, Jack perplexed at his opponent’s move.  For the last two years, after getting home from school, Jack has thrown himself into Nations of Victorious Arms (NOVA), an online PvP strategic war simulator. His friend, Connor, introduced the game to him when it first came out. Back then, they played every night for at least three hours, those nights often filled with laughter. By the end of every session, not a single soul in their vicinity was awa

Dear World, I’m no stranger to my overthinking mind. She’s given me headaches, anxiety, stress, and countless other ailments. At night, she freezes my feet on the desert below. I have no shoes on. Each second on the cold-biting floor is a second of unexplainable pain. And yet, no matter how much my heart wills it, my feet won’t move. My legs aren’t stuck. They’re just under the illusion that they are. I’ve sought many methods, far and wide, to rein in this mental defect. Coun

Standing at the edge of paradise Fairies kiss me Bards playing hymns of goodbye My steps light, my mind floating somewhere, the cadence...

I wish I could finish my sentence in a complete thought but, my thoughts are never complete. I reach and reach only to remember no matter...

Dear Love, Where do I find you?  Everyone talks about you  and mentions your sweetness People transform. Mouths, once used to frowning,...

Time flies like an arrow Fruit flies like a banana And boredom  It flies like a turtle The morning dew sits on my skin, My eyelids...

Everytime I journal, it's to an imaginary person, well, one I call "World" anyway. For me, that's where I've always written down...

It’s late at night, Stomach’s growling, Eyes on the cabinet, Hands reaching, Pack in hands, Kettle on, Bowl on the table, Pack open,...

Remember the night we watched Luka drop 50 points on the Clippers? We munched down that twelve inch pepperoni pizza, How about the...

Mar 3rd hey. Hey Are your legs tired? Lol, no why? Because you’ve been running through my head all day! Haha, that’s cute. Wyd Just...

Am I sad because it’s raining? Or is it raining because I’m sad? Who knows? It would be funny if the weather revolved around me, some...

The door to my hospital room opens. “Hi, Bella. How are you feeling?” the doctor asks. His eyebrows furrowed. I smiled. “M-, m-, m” I...