Fiction

Fiction

12A

Rank badges, small bags, books, diaries, notebooks, files… That’s when it caught Razeen’s eye: a weathered, dusty old envelope bearing a faint, unrecognisable logo.

2w ago

Bulb of a Wonton Shop

It is enough— Enough to be here, Beneath the bulb of a wonton shop.

1m ago

Out of Body

I know of my feeble frame of its graying at the edges.

1m ago

Migratory Animals

migratory animal Are you looking for a home?

1m ago

Reader Submission / States

"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."

2m ago

Love poem for the reflection in the mirror

I will not even begin with the skies

2m ago

Serendipity

Wake me up every morning as dawn becomes a new day.

3m ago

The Box

She frantically whisper-screamed at him, “Stop yelling! And this is serious Fayaz, we need to find that box.

4m ago

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.

5m ago

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

5m ago

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows

5m ago

Motion

There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.

6m ago

The Oracle

He was, like most children, easily amused. Unlike most other children however, he never hesitated to express it. He was full of life and energy.   

7m ago

Afloat, Untethered

From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.

7m ago

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

8m ago

A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

8m ago

In the absence of a light source

Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net

8m ago

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House

If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”

10m ago