A Letter to You (Red Pen Edit)
In the dream, we were in a school. It was ours, but it wasn’t. The CMS building is linear, but this one grew in every direction at once. It had the...
Prose
Prose shelf
4 pieces
Night
It’s nighttime and the poets and thieves are awake, their hearts beating in time with something the daylight world has forgotten. The pirates are s...
The Cartographer’s Bidding
Long after the ink hardened, the first lung gave way. Inside a quiet space where old paper and cold tea lingered in the air, metal scraped slowly o...
The Last Man Standing(or maybe asleep?)
In around sixty to seventy years, the last human would die. Then it would result in the other fauna reclaiming their land. But until then Ansh can ...