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I Have A House, But No Home

The wind often whispers to me. At the beginning, I thought it was nothing. Eventually, it started caressing me even on days where there...

How to Hold a Moment

Warning:  Once you hold a moment, you cannot  let go of it. No matter what the circumstances are, or how high the stakes are. Proceed...

Steam & Stories

I was built with two planks, a kettle, and a dream. That was forty years ago. Since then, I’ve fed warmth to a thousand winters, and...

Versions Of You

21st January, 2025 Amsterdam, Netherlands “Hey! Walk slowly, I can’t keep up with you otherwise,” Agatha huffed as she put her hands on...

hiatus!!

its finals season, so hiatus till march end. see you guys in april. xoxo, shatakshi

Astrophysics and Other Lies

“I think the stars are flirting with each other. Look! That one is giggling,” Adele smiles as she rests her head on the soft grass. The...

I Wish You Were Dead

“I wish you were dead,” is something I grew up hearing. Don’t feel sorry— I’m used to it. I suppose I was four the first time I heard it....

After All, I Am My Father's Daughter

I cannot choose between empathy and regulations, no—I don't understand labels on relations. I care for a rabbit as I would for a tiger,...

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, my kin would find me free—for the first time in forever, from the weight of expectations and the...

Have you ever?

have you ever waited for a moment that would make sense in this senseless world? have you ever waited for a day where you would cut off ...

The Unwritten

The dust mucks up over me as I wonder if someone will visit me today. The fading ink of the books whispers amongst themselves, wondering...

The Tortured Males Department

A Deep-Dive Into Pseudo-feminism Imagine being discriminated against because of your gender. Most, if not all, women have experienced it...

Just, Because.

To: cosmos@noreligion.com From: thegirlonherphone@earth.in Subject: Just, Because. Dear Cosmos, I am terrified. I really am. And frankly,...

The Art Of Obsession

I could see love in his eyes. Not the kind of love that speaks in words, but the quiet, unrelenting kind—the kind that’s carved into the...

The Wars She Whispered

I came into this world screaming. And every day has been nothing but a war ever since. I often feel the blood seeping— From my mother’s...

The Pot

I grab a handful of clay in my hand, and set it on the spinning wheel. I mold it into a lump, smoothing the bumps, and carefully shape a...

Venus' Love

Before anyone says ‘I told you so,’ I want to clarify one thing. I did not, in any form, expect this to happen. And how could I? Unlike...

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