The Yellow Wallpaper by Zohra Hussain
We created a version of ourselves that we could stomach, peeled the yellow wallpaper and brazenly fell in love with the madness we mistook for magic.
Continue ReadingWe created a version of ourselves that we could stomach, peeled the yellow wallpaper and brazenly fell in love with the madness we mistook for magic.
Continue ReadingSometimes I feel like I’m drifting: in outer space, through life. I can’t keep up with myself because I am more lost than wanderer. Oh, but you with your whimsical lines, “we are cosmically bound to each other by the stardust in our bones,” make the universe shift so, I am reminded that home is […]
Continue ReadingI know you still dream of space, as if there’s more hope where the stars are and no distance between us. I’m sorry I had to leave. We both know making homes in heartbeats only lead to clichés, like standing outside your window, crying in the rain. I swear, in another life, it’s us who […]
Continue ReadingIn the midst of long distance and confessionals with the moon, (to my heart) a star asks: “when did you stop believing in yourself?”
Continue ReadingThis story is one of the November Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . In the room they fell in love, sunlight creeps in through a dewy window as the smell of herbs lingers in the air. Their song plays on an old radio – melodic and broken from the static: ‘every […]
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