Aritra

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Maia smiled. "Very funny, kiddo. Now come on, joke's over. Who are you really?" She glanced around the room. It was small, with two bookshelves, a bed, a table and ...

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Carla sat properly in the waiting room. Her feet trembled and her heart pounded as her eyes remained fixed on the closed door. "Please let him be OK." she whispered ...

May 9, 2017 Poetry: Realistic, General 5 comments (5 reviews) Together we sat on that makeshift swingset composed of rusted chains, wooden boards, and rope that gave our hands telltale ...

Uncapping the street to discover yesterday again, retrieve it from its stubborn green patina of time-worn spore-seed gathered in this pool-dark pollen breath and then it's arches, shadows and bridges ...

Take captive the Raw Sheerness of every half-veiled Thought It’s all as a burn Sizzling sigils spending my life’s memories (scatter-brained) It’s dark rendezvous alone in the park with the ...

it was dark after you died, and you were a dog. the floor was wet and the room was empty. your nose was wet and your belly was empty. I ...

“Would it be too unrealistic to believe in love at first sight?” I asked. “What was it that made you feel wanting for it when you happened to look at ...

If I spoke of my grief then it would be yours.” ~Sophocles A question. A thought. An answer. A boy once asked why I’m so quiet. I thought for a ...