April 2025

WnW 3.15

The deeper we walked into the Old Town, the more the colour was leached from our surroundings as the light from the lively nighttime city was left behind. In the dark, lit only by the moon, the buildings turned grey and ominous, seemingly becoming uniformly hostile, like our presence was being acknowledged. We passed a

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WnW 3.12

The frontrunner of the group approached. He was tall with spiky red hair and wore a purple sports jersey emblazoned with a picture of a snake sinking its fangs into a basketball. I was frozen in horror, watching some kind of realization creep up his face, his mouth forming an “O”, his eyes darting between

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WnW 3.11

Thin flowering trees created a canopy of white and pink petals, shading the dirt path that ran behind the biology building. The travel of hundreds of students had beaten this trail into the earth, an alternative and more scenic route between the various faculties of Sillwood University, going around the back of many of the

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