Prose

By Hope Kostedt I get an ache in my chest sometimes. Have it currently. It’s not constant but it is there. I lost something. I didn’t know you could lose something that was never really yours to begin with, but I did.  When people say you can fall in love with someone without ever having to meet them, they are right. I used to think they’re crazy, but I see what they are saying. I did. I miss him. I can’t even be sure that it was a him but somehow I just know.  I miss him. Ev

By Hope Kostedt At age 5 my biggest worry was not breaking my favorite purple crayon, because the other purple crayons are either a little too dark or much too light.  I’m happy. My parents love each other and love us. I have started to make friends I am sure will last a lifetime and role models I am certain will never let me down. Nothing is confusing because it’s all black and white… and the perfect shade of purple. I am so innocent; I don’t even know the definition of the

By Sarah Colleen (s.c.) Do not think I forgot about you, dear reader. I have simply been stuck below the earth’s surface, witnessing life from the gallows. Another month gone [since I last wrote] and yet, I still yearn, I wish, I cry, I beg… Does he ever come back? The eyes seeing these words written in a time of agony- do I ever see his  eyes again? Or, perhaps, like the beautifully pathetic Turk, Raif Efendi, do I wait ten years for a letter which I shall never receive? Tim

By Ella Hilderbrand I have been a foreigner in every place I’ve called home. My passport is only a blurry figure that is a mandated part of my societal identity, but it doesn’t help me define who I am at all.  I packed up my life in two duffle bags and a suitcase and crossed into yet another land. They only speak one of the tongues I wrap myself in. Along with my bags, I packed every thought, memory, reminder, and question as to why I was moving so far in an attempt to achiev

By Sayali Sawant The phone sits across the room, silent and unassuming, yet I can’t stop glancing at it. I tell myself I won’t answer right away, that I need space, that I deserve to feel steady in my own chest. And yet, even as I turn away, a part of me hopes it’s him, that the vibration will carry something familiar, something warm that I can cling to.  I’ve been trying to pull back. I leave longer gaps before replying. I focus on work, on friends, on little things that kee

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By Pragya Sadhana Neog One day, my mind and heart had a little chat. The heart, in agony for causes unknown, asked the mind, "When is it really, that one dies?" The mind, weary from thoughts undefined, whispered as gently as a newborn Robin takes flight, "Death is perhaps, different for all. Some die when their dreams do and some pass when they can no longer count their virtues..." The heart was pained, for it knew, but wished the mind would say otherwise. It spoke again, in

By Sasha Maria Popham There are no words to describe how beautiful you are,  I say this to a man who has overcome so many obstacles in the face of life.  To a man who’s known struggles that only he alone knows, struggles that seem like the world is always burning and the scars are never fading.  That same man found their way through that falling world and made it look beautiful and full of life.  I say this to a man who loves like a raging fire. That blooms bright with passio

By Sakshi Aggarwal   I stood there in front of him. Never leaving his eyes. Pleading. My legs betraying me. Step by step. The left fell...

By Aashna Sethi Like a black hole , a person carries more sadness than they can acknowledge. It’s like stones in a pot of water, they...

By Navya Kumar impossibly (ill) / an alien / clever / but not enough to ignore it / everything hurts/ i’m seeing stars / neurologically...

By Navya Kumar   sun spots & rays dance of glass bottles    porch steps are warm barely worn unlit lamp posts   cross lightyear length...

By Navya Kumar I. You have. a gift.  hear the kettle. 7:00. turn off the heater. swear when it burns you. turn onto your stomach. stars...

By Preetika Gupta आज का युग चकाचौंध और प्रतिस्पर्धा से भरा है। हर माता-पिता अपने बच्चे को सबसे आगे देखना चाहते हैं, उन्हें हर सुविधा...

By Preetika Gupta पिता! यह सिर्फ़ एक शब्द नहीं, एक पूरा ब्रह्मांड है। एक ऐसा ब्रह्मांड जिसकी नींव त्याग पर टिकी है, जिसकी दीवारें धैर्य...

By Zhavi Tsurho I think, the beauty of flaws is that it is kind. Other people’s flaws have been kind to me. Throughout, as I’ve seen...

By Zhavi Tsurho The coming of the winter’s warmth with the going of the summer’s breeze. I felt it as I rode down the path with the sun...

By Zhavi Tsurho It was when the Soul lamented deeply that the Heart and Mind comforted; by the Truth and Power, that the Soul now knew...

By Zhavi Tsurho In the end I think neither of you deserved any better from each other. Both of you deserved so much better from the...

By Zhavi Tsurho Here’s the thing about mind, heart, and soul. Never fully trust your mind, for it lives upon what we feed it. And we for...