Fiction
Reader Submission / States
"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."
The Box
She frantically whisper-screamed at him, “Stop yelling! And this is serious Fayaz, we need to find that box.
15 long years and a Bangladesh that stays united
After 15 long years, long years of no freedom, long years of being buried,
My love is lost, and I don’t want it anymore
Every time I enter it, this building carves out a tiny piece of my heart, leaving behind the sharp tang of hospital bleach and lemon-scented air freshener in its place.
Reader Submission / The final message
Ameera was the apple of her grandfather’s eyes. Due to having working parents, she lived with her grandparents most of the time.
Facing the nightmare of darkness
Lighting struck everywhere. Amidst the enchanted woods, the howls of wolves echoed with a joyous "Awoo!".
Life through the lens of an electricity pole
Today, I am covered in lines. Rust from the rain, and the occasional overflowing water from the drain paint my feet in unchangeable colours.
Homesick
Once a homebody, nestled in its embrace. Now lost, a wanderer in a boundless space.
Fog beneath the winter skyline
The two friends grew up together playing cricket in the garage, watching Pokémon routinely at 6 PM on Cartoon Network at Zuhayer's flat, and chasing stringless kites.
The After-chapter
With my memories remaining an unvisited dream, I woke up amidst the calm green meadow that gently held onto me.
