Yicheng Teng When she opens the door to the antique shop, a little bell rings to alert the owner that a customer has entered. There is very little lighting inside, and not a single other customer. In fact, to the woman who has just entered, it appears to be closed. A short old man with […]
Thug Poetry
I press the lift button awaiting the passage gates to open hoping the stench of urine won’t poke in As the gates close in I breath in and visualise for a moment what the day might bring – or really, what Iʼm hoping the day might not bring: A new patient, stab wounds and broken, dressed in […]
Who is the Villain?*
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I should be studying now*
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You sit here considering advice that will potentially determine your whole life. I’m just six weeks old and you begin to think a termination is the only option as they tell you it’s not too late, but how can you let someone else decide your fate? They tell you I’m numb to the pain and […]