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VIRGINS ARE … by Anahita Ayasoufi

Virgins are delicate Virgins are apt for gods. The song kept repeating in the virgin’s blossom-decorated, if blind-folded, head, even after the accompanying party stopped singing it and left her by herself in the maze. No, she was not by … Continue reading

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RED RIDING HOOD by Anahita Ayasoufi

Red let her crimson hood slip back, just enough to show off her curls, the curls that she had arranged with care, as she was told to do, because she had matured, and because grandma had a prince—the haunter prince … Continue reading

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THE WOLF by Anahita Ayasoufi

I was walking in the rain when I saw the wolf. It was standing still at the edge of the woods, eyes sparkling in the dusk. I always thought wolves were like dogs, just larger, and I fear dogs, so … Continue reading

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