I fear that the days go by rather fast; the nights are shorter, the days too. I had assumed that it was just my mind that had chosen to toy with me, to push me to the edge. But the winkle that stared back at me yesterday, when I gazed into the mirror, slashed the … More Courting Time.
I must warn you. This is a bit creepy-ish. Prompt was something I can’t remember. My grandfather used to tell us stories when I was still a child. He was the oldest man in our clan so naturally, the responsibility fell on him because of the wealth of wisdom and knowledge the years had bestowed … More Redeeming Normal.
“Where’s Gertrude?” I asked as I bounced into Christopher’s store. The gazes that met me confused me. Christopher squeezed his mop. “He’s dead—OD’d himself.” Gertrude was at my house last week. I was new on drugs. I was convinced it was good so I showed him my new found light. I set him up with … More Gertrude.
Apologies first. I couldn’t get a perfect picture. I’m confused. The chaos around me grows with each passing second. Fear; it’s a strong emotion. It’s something I’ve experienced enough times to become immune to. And I have. I have developed some immunity to it. But today is different. In all my years on the sea, … More The Reaper And The Sea.
“Out out!” a man shouted. Setyr lifted his head from his lap and squinted as sunlight stabbed his pupil. He searched lazily, the source of the voice. An old man was chasing goats out of his milk shop. Setyr ran his eyes over the shouting man. He was short, thin, slightly slouched and was clad … More Alms And The Crown.
It’s sloshing again—this lava is, the way it always does before crawling up my legs. I can feel the hairs on my neck singe. This will be the umpteenth time and the distant cackles grow nearer. They’ll fade again. And this routine, I’ll never get used to it. Two hours in hell. I remember my … More Within Tarnation.
“I love you,” Taiye said just before her lips closed over mine. She’s whispered these same words a thousand times and it still lit fires in the pit of stomach every time she did. Because I knew she meant it. I just didn’t know how much. *** I sit here watching the clock tick and … More Becoming Juliet.
I used to think seeing ghosts required the full theatrics of shaking curtains, rattling windows and eerie whistling. It was something that registered in my mind from years spent binging on horror movies. It’s not true though. I learnt quite recently, how off course movies are in their portrayal of reality, or in this case, … More Seeing ghosts.
If I got pregnant the last time I made a real post, I’d have my child in my arms now. I’m really sorry I’ve not been taking this as seriously as I planned to. Besides a serious dearth of inspiration, a lot of other things have prevented me from—mostly within my control. I can’t promise … More Playing God.
Love, for one, is a thing oversimplified in movies. And when you find a movie that is very realistic, it leaves you with two tastes on your tongue; happiness and sadness. But we prefer to paint happy ever afters. They are a lot more beautiful.