Category: Creative Writing

by Karin Mia Note: The Raven is a narrative poem written by Edgar Allan Poe. This piece is a re-written version of the poem. While I sat in my state of bore, There was a tap; A tap on my chamber door. ‘tis some visitor I kept telling myself while I distinctly remembered that it… Continue reading Poem: The Raven

by Hashim Riyan With Her Words so tenderly laid on gold Can a bleeding Love be too much to hold, Burning yet weeping a world away For long now I lay, Dead as day. Violet dreams in my mind Enamored to stare Into clouds I knew wouldn’t Cry or Care; To cut my Veins, &… Continue reading Poem: Love to Be

Note: The Masque of the Red Death is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe. This is a rendering of the story in poem form. The Red Death, with all its gruesome glory, Had struck the country and caused much agony.  Prince Prospero, careless and proud, Hid in a Castellated Abbey with his noble crowd.… Continue reading Poem: The Masque of the Red Death

Such beauty in bright stars, What wonder in the vast sea. A balance. It is an irony of truth, yet a perfect line separates its reality from branches of confusion to illusion incomparable is the beauty of what is seen not by the naked eye, but by what is seen though almost touched by the… Continue reading Bright Stars

by Sara Tahlak   I wake up in the midst of the crystalline waters, Encompassed by a state of utter tranquility, Forsaking the world of shrewd deceivers, A land damned with the prejudiced desires of humanity.   I ask myself with fright, Will the truth ever be told? In a realm where men strive with… Continue reading Drifting Underwater

by Shahd Jamal Just like how the sun and moon are never meant to meet, The stars too have never aligned at our feet Gruesome truly, how feelings have become too concrete The loss of abstract fills one with nothing but defeat. As subtle as the moon when incomplete, as mere as a ray of… Continue reading Stars Don’t Align at Our Feet

by Layla Ayoub Not ashamed of crystal droplets escaping my tear duct. They tell me “coarsen your heart”… Do they cognize how much we’re corrupt? “You’re too young”, they say, “You’re too young to be crying during the day.” Why? I’m not afraid of the sun’s rays. They say, “Just lighten up your mood.” Tell… Continue reading Crying Out Loud

by Salem Eyob The pages hissed ominously like leaves blown across the pavement. As every page revealed a new horror, a gruesome killing, an innocent life stripped away, one’s heart and mind could not bear to believe humanity could be so cruel. Sweat trickled down my face, as I began to worry what awaited my… Continue reading The Diary of A Lurking Murderer