Prose
The Heart of the Everglade
Once upon a time, hidden deep within an ancient forest, there lay a magical grove where reality itself was as fluid as the streams that danced through the trees. This was the Everglade, where everything was possible, and wonder was woven into every blade of grass, every glistening dew drop, and every whispering leaf. Here, the forest was alive in ways even the wildest dreams could hardly imagine.
By Honey Singhabout a year ago in Poets
Whiskers and the Midnight Journey
Whiskers, a sleek tabby with piercing green eyes, lived in a small house on the edge of the forest. She was a cat of adventure, known throughout the neighborhood for her curious nature and her penchant for slipping away into the wilds of the woods that lay just beyond her doorstep. Every day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Whiskers would slip out the door, her tail flicking in excitement, to explore the mysteries that awaited her under the moonlight.
By Honey Singhabout a year ago in Poets
On the socioeconomics of being humane
The socioeconomics of humanness lies in the beauty of balancing the aspects of togetherness and isolation. In a world where life coincides with the duality of forces, oscillating between the forces of light and dark, beauty and hate, love and hatred, birth and death, humans are the most endearing and detrimental beings ever to exist. The prowess of intellect and communication, with the stellar mind that created the strides of evolution and lapses of civilization, is undeniably the most striking aspect of what makes humans the most resilient beings of them all.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
