Writing Gallery
Threads Of Love…
/…you by accident; it’s the plan of God always. As the clock struck 9 pm, Arjun attempted to tap off his cigarette's ash into a crowded tray, only to watch it scatter like the fragments of his…
By Anagh Datta
Read MoreAshes To Ashes...
/…my father passed away. I remember the cry I let out when my mother sat me down and told me. We were set to leave that morning for New Hampshire. The night before, I prayed to a…
By Melissa Lemay
Read MoreLe Mystère…
/…lonesome in English.
I’d seen him before around the village of Pins Solitaires, Lonesome Pines.
They say he was named after the pines there.
The place was awash with…
By The Barefoot Cajun
Read MoreI Know Not...
/…not an interpretation for everything. There is no reason why I am typing what I write or do not like. In an inner awakening, I have disliked life from what it is. I am an optimistic from definition. I wish good things to happen. All the time. It is a relief, but this showmanship is like an…
By Sushant Thapa
Read MoreSurface Levels...
/…but the sunshine never dies
for nothing on the surface is ever a seashell without waterfalls
where the life of mortals is like…
By Rockstar Girl
Read MoreFaith Joyce
/…a pure, sweet little girl
Blond hair in curls
A twirl in her aspect
and in her…
By Fran Pearce
Read MoreSigning Connections
/…chatter about forever
never meant much to me.
I’d gone through more women
than my share…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreThe Last Rose...
/…was almost home. Nearly there. The traffic on the drive home hadn’t been as bad as usual. He glanced at the row of shops as we went by. He was surprised to see that one of the stores had changed…
By Chris Platt
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