Red String- Emily Fockler ’17
There is a string round my smallest finger, red as blood, thin as a hair and tied with a lopsided bow. One of the ends trails away off…
Find here the content for our second issue of Figments, published December 2015
There is a string round my smallest finger, red as blood, thin as a hair and tied with a lopsided bow. One of the ends trails away off…
Evil is as Evil does—the night grows cold, grows close about you. Evil is as you may do—a shadow hides your screams and laughs. Your laugh? Its laughter?…
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