When we met, there were shy looks, shy smiles, and nervous laughter. When we met, there was, undeniably, a spark. When we dated, there was …
Diary of a Bibliophile by Snimar
It’s strange how the smell of paper And ink is like a drug, something I try to get away from, but really can’t. How the …
Daily Routine by Martina Dominique Dansereau
Suicide lives with me. She sleeps in the same room, kicks her laundry under my desk, and leaves her dirty dishes beside my bed for …
Self-Portrait by Isabella Lewis
Diverging into crevices, rotting away, hidden. An intellectual decay, a sophisticated savage, deploring for substance, my sustenance. Longing for a cover to devour, for a …
The Thing About Masks by Ashley Zhang
The thing about masks — ………………..(Rachel realizes as she blindly searches for privacy before her own crumbles to dust in front of a live audience) …
I Am by Priya Rinkus
I am the girl who draws stories from thin air I ponder the line between fantasy and reality I hear the whisper of the air …