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The Summer Hangover

Aishwariya Laxmi·July 10, 2020

The Summer Hangover written by: Aishwariya Laxmi @aishwariya The school year ended Her life changed that summer...

English Poetry

·1 min read

The Traffic

Yogesh Mali·March 25, 2020

The Traffic written by: Yogesh Mali @TennisCoaching2 “Get off my lane, you idiot” I said while accelerating...

Literature English

·12 mins read

Tradition of Fire

Kushal Poddar·March 5, 2020

Tradition of Fire written by: Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe A fire compels us to see the fire, the...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Sokolov’s Original Enactment

Jordan Trethewey·February 2, 2020

Sokolov’s Original Enactment written by: Jordan Trethewey @bizarre_quotes This romance had a number of distinct, possible outcomes:...

Silent Screams

Abunic Sherif II·January 31, 2020

Silent Screams written by: Abunic Sherif II These words are teardrops Spilling silently from a broken cup...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Israel

Sebastien Lacasse·November 30, 2019

Israel written by: Sebastien Lacasse @Inkwill88 In that eerie predawn glow, a voice echoed from the empty...

English Literature

·3 mins read

The Death You Deserve

Linda M. Crate·November 25, 2019

The Death You Deserve written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe you want a villain for your narrative,...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Echoes of Hate

Sheila Henry·October 12, 2019

Echoes of Hate written by: Sheila Henry Nothing causes more fear than staring into the angry faces...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Seeing Red

Christine E. Ray·October 7, 2019

Seeing Red written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 blue and white capsules ingested daily devour my melancholy...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Not Okay

Josie Dee·September 17, 2019

Not Okay written by: Josie Dee @Josi3_dee It’s not okay to just grab us, Not okay to...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Chaos

Sandra Nguyen·September 14, 2019

Chaos written by: Sandra Nguyen Dark, cloudy river flooding my home Gloomy, grey sky rumbling across land...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Stormy Emotions

Laura M. Baird·September 9, 2019

Stormy Emotions written by: Laura M. Baird @LauraMBaird her mind is a frenzy, her body sore her screams...

English Poetry

·1 min read

5 High

Sharona Reeves·May 24, 2019

5 High written by: Sharona Reeves That’s me in the corner; pumped and prepared; pulse throbbing; no...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Wavesong

Freya Pickard·April 21, 2019

Wavesong written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard stirred sand infiltrates wind-whipped tide surge brown-yellow hills, streaming white heads...

English Featured Post 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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