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By B.E. Summit The blood moon watched over the ashen forest. Every hunter knew that the best time to hunt was when the moon became sanguine like that. Gnarled trees reached towards the moon with branches like grasping claws. Their leaves were falling off, for winter was soon coming. The forest was still that night.
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By Naberius Why did you bleed my heart in the first place? Stabbed my back, so you couldn’t see my face; Couldn’t talk this through; Both hated change, but you shredded this apart to the last bone for you to suck on; And I’m here waiting And you’re gone The blades of grass so sharp
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By Naberius The poison You left me Is the lingering larvae; Leaving on my karma For a laugh; Fogged vision, Got an epiphany Have to make a decision Shining the light; You don’t even care; But burned my cries; Better than you; Photochromic eyes Saw the shadow tears fall; Finally caught; The weak artery, Don’t
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By Naberius The butterflies In my stomach Punctured holes; Bleeding my heart even more For them to escape; My eyes couldn’t see, Didn’t realize I was free Saw the light; I know you are; But am I still blind? Who am I When these tears fly to the ground?; Couldn’t catch My heart out: Never
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By Savanna From the day we were created on this earth, we have always known sorrow; it is the heaviest thing we have ever carried. So why is it our identity that seems the most worn and tainted? Why do we choose to cover up the parts of our heart that are the strongest and
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By Naberius Even when we’re far away, you still fill my darkest days with sunshine. Butterflies in my whole body, reminding me of your beauty You know you’re pretty, the sassy beautiful vibe I love. The starry nights that glow from your eyes guide my crazy mind back into your life. Hazel-rare stars explode because
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By B.E. Summit The city stood alone in the middle of the vast expanse of the Mojave Desert, surrounded for miles by wasteland. The ground had cracked from many battles, fissures split open in the earth, and craters from artillery strikes covered the landscape like scars. Despite those scars, the city of Vegas stood. Humanity
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Hello! Welcome to the inaugural Spring 2024 Issue of the Cougar Review, Crockett’s very own literary magazine! I wanted to resurrect the school’s literary magazine because students need a first stepping stone toward a career path in the literary arts. That said, writing isn’t just a career; we need art in society. We need people
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