being lost

Written by Amairah Islam Dry leaves rustled across the grounds, forming a tornado of autumnal colors and crackling sounds. The trees above bent toward each other forming a welcoming archway. A cooling wind breezed through, grazing the surfaces of the leaves and playing with the branches. The sweet smell of apples and plums from the…

the mystery section

Written by: Anonymous I passed by the bookshop today.  It looked comfortingly quiet in the midst of the rain, so I decided to walk in. Impulsive decisions are never my thing, I’m sure you know, but I had the time. I figured there’s no harm in doing so. The breeze of the air conditioner hit…

words

Written by Anonymous I was told to write some words for you today, but I can’t think of anything to say. I’ve already exhausted all the words in the dictionary, every sentence, every paragraph, I’ve already given all of them to you. I gave you all the meanings and you gave me all my meaning….

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Written by: John Veliz One ought not to be forced to write, but to write as a force. For the essence of words carry the power of a thousand guns, the impact of a million wars. The transcendence of written paragraphs is, indeed, humankind’s most vigorous of weapons. The unyielding nature of meaningless symbols, carrying…

Loneliness

Written by: Elizabeth Joseph Loneliness is being half-complete, being able to do what seemingly everyone can do – walk, talk, breathe, eat and sleep – and yet having your feet nailed to the ground in the middle of a sea of people, watching everyone around you basking in a soft warmth, a low hum of…

Payaso

Written by: Jeslyn Jerota I became poor for loving you. The day you left without a word, was the day you took my happiness with you. You left an eternal winter in my heart, an exodus of the meaning of life. All of the richness and colors of life fade away and turn into the…

Brilio

Written by: John Veliz Brilio, people would describe him as a shallow yet cryptic person. In reality, none of the people around him really knew what went on inside Brilio’s head; everyone always questioned his actions, and went as far as fabricating theories on his madness. Nevertheless, Brilio was quite a well composed man, he…

The Fireplace

Written by: Nigella Marx The change I had longed for had come in the form of a house. A house with a fireplace. A fireplace. That was the moment I realised that I was somewhere else. I wasn’t in the place I had grown up in, I was somewhere new. I could start again, I…

new year’s day

Written by: Ayasha Nordiawan This year ends quietly.  There was no loud countdown to end the shattering days of 2020 as the clock ticked and the day changed. How nice would it be had it worked like a reset. But time doesn’t work that way. It doesn’t go back to clean slate. Time passes and…

The Mystery People

Written by: Nigella Marx I don’t really think about my neighbors, which is strange considering they live right next to me. Whole people with whole lives, living in a different world just over a concrete wall barely taller than myself.  If I were to be honest, I’ve never seen them. Not properly anyway – face…