Aanvi Joshi I’ve been writing since childhood, and I love writing stories, poetry and more. I write to spread joy, kindness, positivity, happiness and hope, because we live in a world which can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. When I write, I express myself and share my story, with the hope that someone somewhere will […]
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Jaysida is not a real person – she’s actually two people. Two friends with cautious parents (prompting the pseudonym) and an equal love for all things books…
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My name is Lucy Aur and I’m a PhD student from South Wales. Growing up in a place with little money, a country where our language is mocked and our potential ignored, I have found writing to be a great power…
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A red velvet sky spilled into the windows and onto the wooden floorboards. The cabin filled with a strange crimson glow— almost as if the world was on fire…
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Jaro graduates high school and bids goodbye for summer vacation. All she has to worry about is which stream to pursue. Science? Arts? Or the stream in the sea? She has this thing. Multiple personality disorder, they say. She drives to the university for her admission. Air chimes. An unusual blow hits her hard. She […]
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“Every murder is the end of a story, yet so many tales take it as their start,” she whispered to her reflection, the mirror broken and pale, like her. She was thrown and beaten and dragged like a ragged, dirty cloth. He had smiled, knowing it was only a moment before the sharpened dagger would […]
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A young, beautiful girl looked in the mirror, tears falling on her cheeks. She stared at the girl standing in front of her. She picked up a flower vase and threw it at her reflection and said, “I hate you. Who were you to take his life?” She was shouting now. “He was the only […]
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I sit facing the sea, my feet in the sand. I am happy wherever I can see the waves. My mother used to tell me that the sea is just like our lives. It can be calm or troubled but it’ll always be beautiful. As I sit and take in the fresh air, a boy […]
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It was bright with a warm wind blowing lazily, making it perfect for a beach day. But amidst this warmth, Tom’s heart was cold as he stood near the doorway watching his mother leave. “Go hug her. Say you love her!” shouted his heart, but it was sternly subdued by No– she was the one seeking divorce. She doesn’t love you. […]
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