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Sitting Down with a Local Cat Celebrity
Pawfluencer Pip Iguana Pinto is making headlines again after trying the men’s litterbox at Pinto Tower. “It’s new and stainless steel. Mine’s plastic. Sexist,” she says. Known for viral antics like licking PetSmart treats without paying, Pinto isn’t phased by fame. When paparazzi appeared, she flashed her middle paw pad. “I want movies, shows, a podcast—everything,” she declares. Asked about Grumpy Cat, she shrugs: “Who?” There’s only one Pip—and she’ll pee wherever she wants
2 days ago3 min read
(Article No. II) Resilience 101
Resilience isn’t something you’re born with—it’s a choice. It’s the mindset that keeps you standing when life tries to knock you down. Being resilient means knowing your strengths, controlling your emotions, and adapting when things fall apart. Even the smallest effort—the mustard seed of “I won’t quit”—can carry you through. It’s not about being perfect; it’s about refusing to give up, no matter how hard it gets.
2 days ago3 min read
An Extremely Scientific Study on Why I Am Too Busy to Be a Human
I’ve decided my life is a sociological experiment run by a bored grad student in heaven. My schedule defies logic; my coffee intake defies science. People say I’m “high functioning,” but really, I’m 47% competent, 38% guessing, and 15% strategic nodding. I am not a person—I am a concept powered by caffeine and chaos.
2 days ago4 min read
Shattered
I wandered through a world of noise, Where silence used to scream. Each echo told a tale undone, Each shadow held a painful wound. My heart longs for belonging and safety. The faces I pass blur into one endless crowd. Everyone seemed to know who they were and where they were supposed to be. Here I stood still, unable to move a muscle. Letting the world rush past me, wondering whether I will learn to move like them. In the end, the noise never became familiar. I remained a
2 days ago3 min read
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How the Sky Fell on Me (And Subsequently Ruined my Life)
SATIRE No one ever in the wildest dreams ever expects to be viewed as THAT person. The person who ends up experiencing such a tragic event that they are forever known by it. They are marked by the thing that happened to them, the thing that is so unspeakable, so… traumatic. This is my story. My daily walks are part of my special routine and it is something that I pride myself in; they're my way to decompress after a hard day crossing the road. My path is always the same fro
2 days ago3 min read
A Girl and Her Father
I let my anger get the best of me. Just like him. There are no words to describe being compared to someone your memories villainize. Though I knew my father beyond the anger, having one of your first memories of someone be something so traumatic doesn’t set a great tone, especially when you see them once a yNineteen. The last year of one's teens. The last chance to be a kid before the impending doom of your twenties begins to sink in. The age I am now and the age my father wa
Oct 275 min read
To Have a Name
Jade Dream Edwards-Figueroa. It's 24 letters, 25 characters that define who I am. Without a name I am simply just someone. I could be...
Oct 103 min read
Never Forget
Silver dollar pancakes have nothing on you.
Neither does this greasy spoon,
In all its glory with that big gumball machine
With its swirl
Apr 111 min read
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