Dear God, I wish I was thinner. Dear God, I wish she loved me back….
Tag: prose
THE LAST MORNING
By Sachi Tyagi As the sky begins to lighten in the early predawn light, I…
the weight of blood
By Aashvi Singh There is nothing that could make a young girl jump out of…
Elara’s Pots
By Aashvi Singh In a village, in a valley, in between two mountains, there lived…