Category: Poetry
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fried eggs
i could fry an egg on my eye today – oh, would you imagine – iris and yolk pooling into one globular gold! – glaring, eyeliner all cracked into desert veins on equatorial land, what a breakfast – oozing blindly with my sunny side up… spray. pray. smile, and young muscles erode. – pray to…
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The Struggle of a Writer
a short story The “greatest” struggle of a writer differs from person to person. Some find sitting at a desk for hours on end with an motherboard of thoughts to be draining. Sifting through the drab and finding the daring is the next battle; putting them down on paper is a whole other war. Perhaps…
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The Beautiful Game
A short story It was pure madness. Hundreds and thousands of spectators sang from the stands, chanting indistinguishable poems of patriotism and victory. The vibrant, sensory overload of national flags and face paint made the ocean of the crowds seem like a collective, pulsating mass. The energy was infectious. The two teams, England and Russia,…
sanjana sheth 