An Open Letter to a Feminist
Dear Feminist, I see you. I hear you. I know where your fire comes from. You have watched wome…
Dear Feminist, I see you. I hear you. I know where your fire comes from. You have watched wome…
Dear future me, It feels like ages since we last connected, and I wonder if a simple "Hi&qu…
His eyes were wide, and I could feel the anger in his voice as he rose from his seat. I thought …
Dear Friend, I know you probably think that this is some kind of sermon. But I assure you that I…
D o you ever wonder why we get shocked upon witnessing or hearing the news of another's…
Forg et! F or one moment, forget the yellow buses and the exhaust pipes that sigh painfully f…
E mmanuel wasn't the only person who made me feel bad the first time I entered PHY701 clas…
I saw him walking down the path- with bold steps. His look was stern. Thick beards formed a cl…
Her heart races, her stomach twists, and her fingers tingle as though she's looking over the…
The young man kept staring confusedly at me, his matted hair standing like beads on his head. …
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