fly2live

Here's a wonderful chance to get a free critique/ editorial advice.
          	
          	https://www.instagram.com/stories/aahna_anaaya/3329076696797561908?igsh=ODdjYjUzY3ZwN3g2

_pretty_pluviophile_

suggest one of your writings for me to read (or re-read) bhaiyya. i missed it for so long :") 

fly2live

@_pretty_pluviophile_ Earths Longing, I guess. My first ever story
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fly2live

How to cry for help...
          
          There will be a day, or a night,
          when grief feels like fear.
          Don't let it frighten you.
          
          Inhale deep, 
          real deep,
          hold your fist, tight,
          against your trembling heart.
          
          Now stare at a blank wall,
          as long as you can,
          until your eyes brim
          and tears come rushing by.
          
          Exhale,
          let go of those fists,
          let go of everything,
          hold nothing inside.
          
          Now, if you need, cry.
          
          

skyfywrites

@fly2live  now if you need ,cry just awesome!!
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priyamuduli

@fly2live beauty lies in every being. 
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fly2live

Any reading recommendation?

CalmGuy9

The Cockeyed Mystery by divyansh. It's a Wattpad story.
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fly2live

Wishing all beautiful writers and readers a very happy new year. May the new world bring good health, luck and words.

fire_fly017

@fly2live  Happy 2024 Captain! For me, it came up way too soon.. Dunno but didn't want 2023 to end hehe.. But anyways, let's wish each other luck for the new chapter ;)
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CuddlyDuckling

Hope you have a blessed and peaceful 2024, @fly2live 
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_pretty_pluviophile_

@fly2live  happy new year. here's to more of connecting over words! 
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fly2live

In watching bodies of dead children in Gaza 
          
          Dear Maa,
          
          I am sculpted now,
          for eternity.
          Forgive me, it's not a polished stone,
          nor a complete set of limbs.
          You may find an eye missing, or more.
          But such things are decided not by me,
          or the other bodies that lay around me.
          The sculptor bears the chisel, 
          mallet and an eye for what should not be,
          and he hammered out the unwanted me,
          mostly, all of it.
          I hold no remorse though;
          the sculptor wants to be God,
          and even gods, are sometimes wrong.
          
          

karathekook

@fly2live What a beautiful tribute :(
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