La mort de l’idéal
Chuyin Jin, Année 12 Funèbres hirondelles, printemps morbide Quand l’idéal se perd, l’homme n’est que chair. Sans flamme, sous l’emprise…
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Chuyin Jin, Année 12 Funèbres hirondelles, printemps morbide Quand l’idéal se perd, l’homme n’est que chair. Sans flamme, sous l’emprise…
Alexandra Austen, Year 12 Venus’s star shone bright in the navy morning sky. Yulia was already up, the previous day’s…
By Chuyin Jin, Year 12 You were as serene as the sunset Looking over an ocean Yet bullets were brought…
Blaise Dupont, Year 12 Who is he who gazes at me so solemnly through the reflective glass? Why does his…
By Claire Hines, Year 12 A lone raven cried mockingly overhead as it glided through the air over the heads…
By Dariga Atayeva, Year 12 No one believed me when I told them it was possible. They had said I…
Dariga Atayeva, Year 12 Is it possible to dream of not dreaming? Tea never had trouble sleeping when she was…
By Roxane Liguti, Year 12 One of Elisabeth Baring’s hobbies was sewing. Every day, she would sew with her aluminum…