I’m 19 and. I wake up almost every night at 3:33 a.m. with the same dream: empty streets, smoke, laughter and screams that don’t belong together. I created this blog to record what I see when I close my eyes. I’m not looking for fame or answers. I just want to understand what’s been chasing me since childhood. If you dream too… maybe this place is for you.
“The Dorm That Went Silent”
Everyone was gone this weekend. Or maybe I was. The halls were quiet, the air heavy with ash. I opened my window, and in the distance, the skyline shimmered — the faint silhouette of that same steeple, still on fire, still whispering my name.
by Cristina Davenport
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