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Handy

Handy

A Poem by Thisismythearpy


Something I wrote when I ran away from home regarding my childhood.
Ours again for the taking!

Ours again for the taking!

A Poem by COLLYMORE


Self-explanatory
Kurmitola, Jehanabad, India

Kurmitola, Jehanabad, India

A Poem by Malay Roychoudhury


Corpse of a lower caste girl who has been murdered
Dragon Wings and Wishes

Dragon Wings and Wishes

A Story by SparksInTheNight


The little girl with dragon wings who works at the dress shop is silent, obedient, and most of all, loyal. Nobody sees what's truly inside. But one da..
Thistles and Sparkling Souls

Thistles and Sparkling Souls

A Chapter by SparksInTheNight


Leonard didn't want to leave though because he felt that if he left he'd have have failed at becoming a normal citizen. Now this wasn't true, he was a..
Solstices

Solstices

A Story by SparksInTheNight


Miri kissed me three days ago. Before I set out onto this journey with the blocker of my light. She told me to be brave. Be confident. Be brutal.
UNVANQUISHED

UNVANQUISHED

A Poem by Crystal David John


Looking at how women (we) are treated in society, I wrote this poem to reflect upon the life we largely face irrespective of what economic or social ..
Hopelessness and Tomorrow

Hopelessness and Tomorrow

A Story by SparksInTheNight


Solaria was beautiful. Shining. Bountiful. For those who were citizens. Reymi unfortunately was not a citizen. He was a child slave caught..
Flicker

Flicker

A Story by SparksInTheNight


You live in a world that used to spark with life and hope and magic. Now there still might be magic but ... it's different.
Finding Stars Despite the Urban Light Pollution

Finding Stars Despite the Urban Light Pollution

A Story by SparksInTheNight


Msitu and Harmony Ametsenya are two impoverished orphans trying to navigate a world ruled be greed, selfishness, and ego. In a world where most peopl..
The Land of Perpetual Misery

The Land of Perpetual Misery

A Story by SparksInTheNight


I was taken from my home, back when I was alive. I ascended into godhood when I died. And the baby who was just born in the slums? I can tell that the..

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