The sea lay calm, a glassy blue. I dipped my pen into its depths and let the words flow onto the pages below.
They say that broken women know how to love, but not always who to love, and she stood as proof of that.…
The black fedora sat at the edge of the shoe rack in a thrift shop that not a lot of people walked into. The hat was…
3:33am I wake up completely drenched in a puddle of my own sweat. It is always the same train in my dreams every night.A massive…
By the third night, he had learnt two things. 1. No one was coming to save him.2. Cold would probably kill him before the hunger…
He had written about love before. He had written about the kind that came like summer rain, unexpected and welcome. About…
I write people, peculiarities, love, loss, memories and the absurdities of being human. Sometimes, I tell stories, sometimes, I simply follow a thought until it becomes one.
He had written about love before. He had written about the kind that came like summer rain, unexpected and welcome. About the kind that left without closing the doors.About the kind that stayed long enough to become furniture, familiar and unnoticed until the day it was gone. He had written poems for…
Read MoreThe rule was not about health. In Eden, nobody got sick, or injured. There was no warning labels on sweet fruits, no funerals in the afternoon. Every sunrise looked as if it had been polished before being hung in the sky. The rule existed because smoking was unnecessary.And in a world designed…
Read MoreThe first thing I noticed about his apartment was that it did not feel lived in.It felt prepared. We had been dating for six weeks when Daniel invited me over for dinner, He made a delicious arrabbiata, apologizing a dozen times for the mess while standing in a kitchen so clean that…
Read MoreAct I: The Man Who Knows Grief Chapter 1: The Weight of a Coat The violinist missed the F sharp. She knew it before anyone else did. Her left eyebrow lifted imperceptibly, the quiet way people apologise to themselves before saying it aloud. A little girl stopped on the wet sideway to…
Read MoreI will write you in every story I can.In every way I know.For as long as I have words left. Sometimes, you might be the heroine.Sometimes, just a stranger passing through the lines.Sometimes, you will not be there at all,yet every sentence will belong to you. In one story, I might compare…
Read MoreBy the third night, he had learnt two things. 1. No one was coming to save him.2. Cold would probably kill him before the hunger does. The island was small. The sea surrounded it in every direction, endless and glassy.During the day, it almost looked beautiful. At night, the island turned to…
Read MoreIn the middle of the night,my mind writes. It writes of dreamscapes and fantasies,of old love and new heartaches,of conversations that never happened,and stories that ended differently. It writes letters to those no longer here,and speeches I will never give. It rewrites past,and drafts future. It invents worlds,and mourns their death. My…
Read MoreThe ten dollar bill was lying lonely on the pavement, fluttering slightly in the morning breeze like it had somewhere important to be. Jade bent down to grab it, feeling both lucky and a little guilty, as if he was stealing someone else’s treasure. He looked around, expecting someone to shout “Hey,…
Read MoreThat single side look of hers made me feel like someone had thrown me into a blender and pureed my soul. You know the look Not an intentional look, that can be explained. This was one of those corner eye glances, the kind that burnt Troy to the ground. The kind that…
Read More3:33am I wake up completely drenched in a puddle of my own sweat. It is always the same train in my dreams every night.A massive red locomotive that arrives precisely at the moment I fall asleep. It never stays on the tracks, just runs straight through my house, through the living room,…
Read MoreThe black fedora sat at the edge of the shoe rack in a thrift shop that not a lot of people walked into. The hat was not anything extraordinary but it still caught his eye. It was an impulsive purchase for thirteen dollars and fifty cents. The kind of thing you buy…
Read MoreWhen you are as old as I am, 612 years to be exact, you start noticing patterns. Not the grand patterns of rise and fall of empires, those are easy to spot. I am talking about the small ones, the familiar ones, the way different people have the same laugh, the way…
Read MoreThey say that people who write poems are a lost breed of die hard romantics, who would lyrically put their heart on the line. I have been sitting here for the past hour, staring at an empty page that seems to stare back at me. All I have managed to write is…
Read MoreThe river moved like it had somewhere to be, but at the same time it had no urgency of getting there. The water was clear enough for me to see the pebbles beneath, smooth little obstacles that had long since become part of the river’s shape. Sunlight broke through the large canopy…
Read MoreThey say that broken women know how to love, but not always who to love, and she stood as proof of that. She looked around the room, last night lingered in small, scattered ways, like light filtering into a space through crooked blinds. It had been good, he had been what she…
Read MoreEver since he was a boy, Piku had always carried a small bag of peanuts.No one really knew why, not even Piku. It was something his grandmama had started.She used to put a handful into his pockets before he ran out to play.For what exactly, she never explained. Years passed, grandmama was…
Read MoreIt was one of those chocolates that looked like it melted away sweetly inside the mouth and left a memory on the mind. He stood in the aisle longer than necessary. He had originally reached for a chili chocolate. Something that reminded him of her, fiery yet cute. But then he hesitated,…
Read MoreSeptember had been a bikini bar dancer since last March. Not exactly her dream, but then again her dream was to marry DiCaprio and live on a yacht, so compromise had always been her skill set. She came to LA three ago to become an actress, along with a million other wide…
Read MoreHe never quite understood what letting go meant. People said it like it was a place you could walk to, like there was a door marked closure and all you had to do was step through it. He looked for that door often but never found it. He tried though, he tried…
Read MoreIt is not common for your ex to be dancing at your wedding, but there she was, moving easily through the crowd, spinning as if the night bent itself around her. For a second I wondered if she had come by mistake, wandering into the wrong life, the wrong ending. Then she…
Read MoreTo be entirely honest, I never meant to replace anyone at first. It started as an accident. When my best friend Rivan moved to another city, I found myself nodding along to conversations with a man at my local coffee shop who had the same beard, the same slouch and had the…
Read MoreHe was a thief by trade and a philosopher by delusion. He usually stole because it made him feel alive, not because he needed shiny things, though, admittedly he did like shiny things. “The world” he once said, dark wings fluttering besides his friend Todd “Belongs to those who dare take a…
Read MoreWhen he was 16, his mom kicked him out of the house”Go find who you are” is all she said. His mother had been everything: parent, mentor, friend. That day, she became the first person to let him go. He took a small bag and an even smaller sense of self and…
Read MoreToday, as I was unlocking my door, a butterfly hovered before me.It lingered as if asking to be let inside.For a moment, I thought of opening the door wider, then I hesitated.Inside it would trap itself, fluttering against walls and windows, yearning for the flowers and sky it could no longer reach.So…
Read MoreHe found the earring under the cafe table after Nila left. Instinct made him pocket it, the way you keep a movie ticket, as if holding on to a piece of someone could anchor them back into your life. One evening, when he was closing shop, he realized his bike keychain had…
Read MoreEthan and Leslie chose a date that was fun, a crowded Saturday night farmer’s market. They laughed over ugly shaped carrots, debated over the tariffs, suspiciously examined artisan soaps that looked like pastries and treated themselves to ice cream. By the time they ended up in the park, the moon was climbing…
Read MoreEvery morning Edgar sorted letters in the back of his small white mail truck while the sun slowly rose from the mountains around Pine Willow. The town was so small that he knew every crack on the side walk and every name on every envelope. His favorite stop had once been the…
Read MoreThe car idled at the yellow line, the low hum of the hybrid engine noise filling the silence between them. Inside, she adjusted her scarf, fussed with her passport, doing everything to avoid looking at him. His hands were still gripping the steering wheels, knuckles red in the wash of the overhead…
Read MoreThe crash erased his past. That is what happens when you push a car built for 130mph to 200. When he finally opened his eyes, a year had slipped away in a coma, his memories along with it. His old life was now a stranger’s diary. Friends filled the gaps in his…
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