Nonfiction
After the stars fell
Write a story after the happily ever after I often wondered what love is. Is it truly the warm, fuzzy emotions that ooze out of true mirth of care and adore, or is it a product of prevalent capitalism that exists within our world? That makes it easy for the consumeristic and hyperagile construct to sell products to the humans as a marketing tactic, to slip in through the psyche of innocent minds, to create a buzz, to find their weaklings and exploit them for company profits and expansions. I still find myself wondering what love is, pondering over that thought.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Chapters
Steps of Liberation : Paths to Wholesome Freedom. Content Warning.
The sparkling snow swirled around my boots as I walked, the prairie sun sharp in my eyes - a rare warmth in the middle of a brutal winter. But even its glow couldn’t thaw the cold truth inside me.
By Yvey Essenabout a year ago in Chapters









