Literary Work

After a long and tiring day, our bodies finally surrender to our soft springy beds. Our eyes grow heavy and the burden on our eyelids are lifted as...

(1st Place) My mother was a beautiful woman in her day. Even today at the age of 60 you could see the remnants...

(2nd Place) 1. I might sound like an ungrateful person, but my life is yet to be what I had hoped. I have a...

Humans are odd beings. They are social creatures yet they have a tendency towards rather toxic relationships. Society is very toxic in...

(3rd Place) I could feel the wind rushing past my face, the birds whistling, the ground crunching and sweat trickling down my back....

Run, run, run and you will be free, Away from yourself, you should be. It’s then you never have to see The monster that is...

In its abstract form, calmly it goes.  It is something I would like to feel,   to hold and to have.  As it gives calamity to...

If a doctor is interviewed for his perceptions towards the word ‘freedom’, the doctor probably would define freedom as the entitlement to...

In the end I won't make sense To anyone. I'm just there Floating between people Not belonging To anyone Anything Floating like the clouds Over spaces Places The folds and creases Of clothes Hung on...

Bloodied rings entangled through, Promises meant to be kept between me and you, As far as...