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K.A. Vandlyn A crow cawed in the tree as a breeze rustled through the weeping branches. A small honey cake. A box of chocolates. With...

Arianna Kanji It’s four in the morning. I can tell by the thin ring of light peeking just atop my silver wrist, an illusion crafted by...

Hannah K. It’s funny, isn’t it, how one day we will be forgotten by ourselves. Near the end of our lives we will forget everything that...

Vah Zou Life as a mother is just another form of learning and growing. What does it even mean to be a mother? I am not sure of it myself....

Angie I called it myth-making on the sidewalk with Our slang made of god. I could only be palpated to Invisible birds; the whole Sky...

Vah Zou “Music is the universal language of mankind.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow To use one of Jane Austen’s famous opening text, ‘It...

Arianna Kanji the sweet summer sun collects on the rim of my mouth and vanishes from view / there are flickering stars in the night skies...

K.A. Vandlyn Dark clouds swallowed the sun and a wind howled as snow drifted down, littering the ground. A maroon carriage with gold...

Lima Das Every single page of yours is special, With the flow of time, your page takes on a new face, Change is often deemed unwelcome,...

A man who reeked of brandy and gin drove his seven year old daughter between a busy intersection of a highway and the narrow road leading...