By Sia Mishra Nobody knew what it was not a human, but of course. It never blinked, it never moved, just stood in the corner where it stood. It arrived when everyone was deep asleep, except me the nig
By Sia Mishra The windows were open, cool winds blowin; the curtains moved aside, a light peeked in. Sitting in my bed, I was lost in my dream; the light then called me and teleported me to another
By Prosari Chanda Made of huddling trees that moaned the birds her chuckled to the graves, mocking both silence and prayer. Cracked stones, a two-year old Ophelia here a time-worn Sidney there they
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