Something scratches at the back of my throat,
Author: Monica Lin
Writer: Monica Lin Editors: Ashley Yeung and Alloe Mak As humans, it is natural for us to be […]
The night is cold. Cold in the sense that I cannot feel my wind-eaten fingers; cold in the […]
By: Monica Lin I am a romantic.A hopeless, stupid, romantic.Consuming media like it ismy second heartbeat;A piggyback heart.An […]
By: Monica Lin If you stare into my eyes, you can almost notice a faint pink tint hiding […]
Time spills out of my hands; sands of time. It is the waves kissing the shores; one, two, […]
Disclaimer: The author does not support the idea of pushing someone away, nor was this piece created to […]
When I was little, I dreaded art class. I hated the walls of the basement, I hated the […]
you are the cold and frigid; winter air. deprived of warmth and dry on my skin-flaking neck. i […]