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Unsung Rhymes

Nayan Kumar Ujala·June 2, 2021

Unsung Rhymes written by: Sallon Lepcha Life is like the grass on the other side In between...

Poetry English

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Quest – A Reflection in The Woods

Megha Sood·May 7, 2021

Quest – A Reflection in The Woods written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 In that thickness of the...

Poetry English

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Everything Yet Nothing

Vaishnavi Sharma·May 2, 2021

Everything Yet Nothing written by: Vaishnavi Sharma They say that Time teaches everything. It heals every wound....

Article English

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Darkness and Clarity

Maria Dulce Leitao Reis·April 28, 2021

Darkness and Clarity written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis I go by the hand of darkness. She...

Poetry English

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On Folly Beach

Kenneth Vincent Walker·April 11, 2021

On Folly Beach written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker On Folly Beach the Waves roll in not unlike...

English Poetry

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One Chance

Medha Godbole Singh·March 11, 2021

One Chance written by: Medha Godbole @medhagodbole It was a foggy morning in her adopted home, Mumbai,...

English Literature

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Mosaic Pieces

Alta H Mabin·March 10, 2021

Mosaic Pieces written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin I wear my heart on my sleeve pastel silk...

English Poetry

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Unbelonging

Danae Spyrou·February 24, 2021

Unbelonging written by: Danae Spyrou I never believed in anything. I always belonged to the denial of...

Poetry English

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The Radio Box

Iulia Gherghei·February 4, 2021

The Radio Box written by: Iulia Gherghei @iuliatzurcan Every two months or so at my place of...

English Poetry

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Noah Battler Was a Loner

Diamaya Dawn·November 13, 2020

Noah Battler Was a Loner written by: Diamaya Dawn @DiAmaya_Dawn He had a tiny bed with fluffy...

Literature English

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Whatever

Steven Fortune·September 30, 2020

Whatever written by: Steven Fortune Humouring Fooling Tonight they are one and the same Just to bemoan...

Poetry English

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Skeleton In The Closet

Eunarielle·September 5, 2020

Skeleton In The Closet written by: Eunarielle I used to be afraid of so many things. When I...

English Poetry

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The Walls of Trepidation and Uncertainty Surround Me

Christina Ciufo·August 8, 2020

The Walls of Trepidation and Uncertainty Surround Me written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo Like Rapunzel being secluded...

Poetry English

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Vanilla Boy

Steven Fortune·August 4, 2020

Vanilla Boy written by: Steven Fortune Defining me is like spelling out a hundred-letter word Essence of...

English Poetry

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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...

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