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 "Blurry Photographs" (Journaling)By Asche Keegan Some say love is invisible. It’s not. It hides in the way two people look at one another, the way they talk and the lilting of their voice whether they stand in person or call across great divides. It shines in the teasing laughter and the caring acts that trace ways across the constellations of the unimaginable reaches...

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"Catching Comets"By Asche KeeganAbigail Avalee breathed against her bedroom window, enthralled by the dancing snowflakes just beyond the glass. “What is that?” she asked, fogging the glass even further. “Those are snowflakes,” her mother said, entertaining her daughter a touch longer, for snow did not fall often in southern San Heights. Abigail gaped, tracing their path through the night, watching as they fell...

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 An Analysis of the Intrapersonal Persona By Asche Keegan “Tell me, I beg of you. Is it too late to find myself?” I turn to the specter, solidifying before me even as we speak. Her red hair falls limply behind her shoulders, and I wonder how long it has been since she bathed. Deigning the sight not worth my time, I turn my...

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Author's Note: I diverged away from my usual style a bit, but I tried writing this story five other ways, and this is how it came out! XD I know it's a bit random, but please let me know what you think. Star stories are my favorites. :)"New Year's Night"By Asche KeeganThere’s in the night a lonely childStaring at a midnight sky. And...

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