by oviya
Warning: This contains unedited thoughts, all typewritten with minimal deletion. Proceed at your own risk.
Across the concrete river between us stands the cosmos. […]
Category Archives: creative
hey hey what’s next?
by borong
It’s 2012, and the Mark of Athena had just come out.
Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus, leaving us to wait a whole year just to find out what happens next. I’m not sure about you, but I spent most of that year coming up with how they could get out of Tartarus and win the war with the aid of the other members of the Seven (plus Nico) in just one more book […]
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by yi he
It’s just you and me here. The world fades away.
There are some things that I would never admit to anyone else.
A blank page is easy to fill. The ambiguous silence between us is not. The empty space in my life is not. […]
5 reasons why
by cayden
Since young, I have written many pieces. Now, for a piece that is meta, autobiographical and most probably dull all at once: this is why I write! […]
what it means to me
by debraath
In a world where technology is used in daily life, writing is a big part of what constitutes our reading content. Social media sites like Twitter or Facebook is where people write to express their feelings or their thoughts. It can be a platform for people to release their feelings they have bottled up. Many write to classify their thoughts and to understand their inner self. As for me, I also like to write just for the sake of sorting out the things going in my mind. It helps me organise my thoughts. […]
truth
Often, we think of truth to be made up of indisputable facts. But are they? […]
truth – a story
by janani
The truth. It was the one thing Marilyn could not tell. From little things like admitting she ate cake saved for her father when he came home from overseas, to who copied someone’s work in the examinations […]
truth – maybe
by yvette
That night, with the metallic pelting of rain filling the room, you looked at me and your eyes pulled me in with their pleading. Your voice broke the scattered silence, rough and desperate. “What is it?” you asked me, hands outstretched, as if reaching for something unattainable, “What is your truth?” […]
truth – say it
by clarisse
“Say it.”
“There is nothing else to say.”
(relative) truths
by borong
One plus one equals to two. Except, it could equate to ten, eleven and one too.
Fire is hot, ice is cold, and death is as inevitable as dawn and dusk. […]
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