“Ring ring rinngggg!!!” Another day of seeing the first rays of sunrise, a beautiful sign to a gloomyschedule for the day. Getting out of bed was a pain as my soul clung to the comforts ofthe mattress. Slowly, whilst dreading every step, I did my morning routine of preppingmyself for the day. After getting dressed,…
Category: Thematic Months
The Box by P H H L
My world is a box.I dream of being brave,I dream of being free,All the colours do I see,In my world of a box It keeps me happy,It keeps me safe. Yet, why does it seem so out of place? There stands a door.How did I not see it before?Should I open it? And so I…
Dreaming the World by Austin Loo
High above the clouds,eyes scanning the viewof lush rich greenand boats so few.As clouds parted,I see a landfilled with steel treesand thick grey breeze. Through the chaos, something was glimmering.A clear blue river,with light streaks shimmering.Eyes begin to linger,trailing the blue path,catching the new scenesof ice and sand. As I go further,my eyes were lockedto…
Dear diary, I met a boy by Jade
Dear diary, I met a boy.That’s how it starts,A time, a place, a feeling,Like nothing could tear us apart. Together, we ventured into the unknown,Hand in hand, hearts soft,On a path that could never have been foretold.Living together, a reality from a dream,Home felt closer than it seemed. In a world far from home,A new…
VIII by John Smith
Dear X, I stand tall as the waves brush through the shore, dragging everything away with a relentless pull. My thoughts shattered as the harsh water collided with the rocks, melting into a singularity. But do you remember? Instead of turning the pages, you chose to tear them apart, piece by piece—heaven-made torture, one might…
The Man in White
Legends tell of a man in white, with a glowing guise and a gentle smile. Snow white hair waves past his neck, and a white coat covers his body, that is spotless and clean. Townsfolk caught glimpses of him, in buildings, churches, cemeteries. He is present yet absent all around the town. A ghost? an…
Dante The Devil
The social platform, Discord, has been used by many to socialise, especially during the lockdown. But one unknown entity knows this all too well. Its name goes by Dante. It is unknown if it’s even a real person due to the lack of information on its profile. However, it feeds off pure rage by joining…
Thematic Month: Time Capsule (Open to Submissions!)
“I got no time to lose” Everyone strives to leave a piece of themselves behind. A legacy if you will, something that will immortalize their names in the insurmountable, ever-changing river of time and history. And everyone thinks that, to make an impact we have to do something extraordinary (curing cancer, saving the world from…
Hello, Future
“Hello, future.” The words echo into oblivion. The silence was loud and deafening, but I know someone, or something out there, is listening to me. “It was rather impolite of me, isn’t it? if i don’t offer you a greeting.” Again, no response. Fair enough. “I’m aware of my. . . lack of manners in…
Hello Future: Struggling
An anxious anecdote of mine. We all have big dreams and big thrills. Get all As Get into a good university Graduate with all HDs Get a good job, 5 figure salary and above only Marry before they call you an old maid Have a family I’m now 20 and I’ve just barely ticked off…
Favorite Crime: My favorite liar
I remember being the age when I could barely reach up to push the ninth-floor button of the elevator to my apartment, and only if I tip-toed and stretched my arm to the fullest. I remember that just around this age, I lied to my mother. I don’t quite recall what the lie was about…
Favorite Crime: August
The way a song near-perfectly encapsulates the exact sentiment or experience you’re going through at a moment in time. The way a song takes your heart and warmly cradles it, comforting you, while simultaneously breaking it apart, obliterating you. For me, that song was August by Taylor Swift. The parallels were unsettling and uncanny –…
Favorite Crime: Better
*Disclaimer: A toxic portrayal of love All the things I did, just so I could call you mine. At the end, it all boiled down to actions he could not take back. The severed friendships, the late night shouting matches with his mother, the mountain of debt accumulating in his bank account. There were other…
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