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Humans of IMU Short Story Competition In conjunction to IMU 25th anniversary celebration, Humans of IMU (HOI) is organizing a short story competition. This...

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Of all adversaries, My greatest nemesis Has been the mind: The most powerful, Most intimidating - For its weapon Is the ability to self-destruct.              ...

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When it comes to death, many like to point fingers at everyone but the newly deceased. You hear irritated mutters about the incompetent doctor,...

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We have betrayed the Hippocratic oath - Do not make the first cut if the ailment may subside otherwise, do not take action if waiting may solve...

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When there is a hole in a sock, your toes would crinkle to hide it in embarrassment. That’s how she felt at his sight;...

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I like the morning When the rest of the world is still sleeping Oblivious to the sun rising Deaf to the sound of kettle whistling Or the smell...

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There was a girl, who at the tender age of playing hide-and-seek in pursuit of friendship, dreamed of saving the townsfolk from the comprehensive...

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It isn’t the same anymore. Without you here, A park is nothing, But a lake of green grass, But an air of shaded gloom, Because it feels dark, And I drown, With memories of you, Forcing their way into my lungs, While I instantly forget to breathe. I guess, in a way, You still leave me breathless. We used to walk here, But I guess I should get used to this, With this emptiness by my side; Day by day, Step by step. I swear the wind sounds like you breathing, Slowly, calmly, softly, And it hurts, It hurts to think of you, It hurts to know, That I would drop the world, To hear you breathe one more time. The wind still blows, It’s as if you are filling my arms, And I can feel you there like before, As though you never left, As though I could still love you, As though I could change your mind, As though, because it is not real, And the wind passes by. The park is just a frame, One I walk by to look, Alone and in pain, To remember what once was.

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In the food universe, they say that local is the new exotic. So we might as well make the best of this season’s gleaning...

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I’m all alone, in these four walls and not Upset, happy, angry, sad, nothing at all Anticipation and fear as I revisit this after   Five, six, nine,...