doom Archives - Spillwords

Home

doom

Our Teachers Play in the Shadows

Mirvat Manal·February 10, 2024

Our Teachers Play in the Shadows written by: Mirvat Manal @mirvatmanal Loser of the lost, Our false...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Stormy Michaung

Vidya Venkataramanan·January 5, 2024

Stormy Michaung written by: Vidya Venkataramanan The bay was depressed. Which meant she had suppressed her Emotions,...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Wickedest Witch

Simon Drake·October 24, 2023

The Wickedest Witch written by: Simon Drake Time to leave the house of sweets In the forest...

Poetry English Halloween

·1 min read

Loss

R. K. Singh·September 6, 2023

Loss written by: R. K. Singh @profrksingh The chimneys around my home print black spots on the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Is This How It’ll Be?

Bradley·July 17, 2023

Is This How It’ll Be? written by: Bradley is this how it’ll be? left with a daunting...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Doomed for Destruction

Susan Glamuzina·May 13, 2023

Doomed for Destruction written by: Susan Glamuzina He walked under the ladder when he saw the black...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Temple in Ruins

Vernon Mukumbi·January 28, 2023

Temple in Ruins written by: Vernon Mukumbi My heart stalls as I ride through the embers and...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Thief

Amal El-Sayed·October 14, 2022

The Thief written by: Amal El-Sayed Time crawled through my window, Ravenous – intent on being fed,...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Date

Vasiliki Petroudi·September 29, 2022

The Date written by: Vasiliki Petroudi @VPetroudi Lilliputian Venus with the dour beauty your white lace dress...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Indestructible Antidote

Moonmoon Chowdhury·June 25, 2022

The Indestructible Antidote written by: Moonmoon Chowdhury Soot and tar permeate the porous infinity, Ashen dunes bury...

English Poetry

·1 min read

My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love

Spillwords·June 19, 2022

My Father Moved Through Dooms of Love a poem by: E.E. Cummings 34 my father moved through...

English Literary Greats Poetry

·1 min read

Quilt Sandwich

Robyn MacKinnon·April 24, 2022

Quilt Sandwich written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat have a quilt sandwich it’s the sound of breaking glass...

Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry

·1 min read

Anthem For Doomed Youth

Spillwords·February 27, 2022

Anthem For Doomed Youth a poem by Wilfred Owen What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?...

Literary Greats Poetry English

·1 min read

Bare Bones

Donna Dallas·January 7, 2022

Bare Bones written by: Donna Dallas @DonnaDallas15 From doom to sunrise sheets in disarray brain so mushy...

Poetry English

·1 min read

MEET SPILLWORDS SANTA

The wait is over! Introducing Rebel Claus, the ultimate Spillwords Christmas Santa, shaped by your festive imagination and votes.

Rebel Claus, a fierce, edgy version of St. Nick crafted in the depths of Santa’s Workshop with a flair for the unconventional. Dressed in a bold red coat with leather accents, riding a custom motorcycle, and wielding a candy cane staff, he’s equal parts holiday cheer and untamed adventure. He’s here to shake up the season in style.

CLICK ON THE PHOTO to see him in all his glory and join us in celebrating our 12 Days of Christmas series in style.

Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

Features

Interviews

doom