Prose

I'm Fire!. Top Story - May 2024.
It’s not about bad hair but bad air. I breathe fire you breathe rain. Dousing water on my dreams sending my hopes into steam!
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
Hold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A letter to my younger self
In the precipice of who I am today, There was a girl who would sit and pray. The one who believed in the mighty blue,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
I have a wee piece on page 30 of Issue 33 of The Pagans of North Magazine, 'One, Two, Three...' I was inspired by the nursery rhyme which goes on 'Once I caught a fish alive...' and was surprised to discover the original was about catching a hare... Much more in the folklore nature....
By Alyson Smith 2 years ago in Poets
Monotonous Life
I wake to find my world draped in existential grey, a shroud I wear like a second skin. A sudden sharp chill jolted me to my senses
By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets
Sand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Kid in Timeout
I read the name and listing on the E-board; My heart sank to my feet I was so confused, exacerbated even; Could we really have fucked up so bad?
By Lizzy Gabrick2 years ago in Poets
I do not believe in soulmates
The notion of being swooned into a whirlwind of romance is a tale long told, Admonishing the beauty of efforts in oozing passion is a narrative untold.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
God will wreck your plans if your plans wreck you
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind. In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
𝕬 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖒 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖗
A voice that wasn't me or wasn't mine, Said... ㅤㅤㅤ “I love you more than I love me, And that, to me, means something.”
By Ángel Sierra2 years ago in Poets
black swan
sometimes, i feel sad sometimes, i feel lonely sometimes, the black just never stops flowing. which way is up which way is down
By Courtney Ann2 years ago in Poets
The Unfolding Office and Michael Journey. Content Warning.
Numerous love stories that have inspired generations with their everlasting spirit may be found throughout human history. The tale of Sarah and Michael stands out among the others as an example of the enduring power of love. Their story is laced with themes of serendipity, tenacity, and unshakable commitment; it's a stunning tapestry that never fails to enthrall readers.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Poets