I My lips are colorless and parchred, But the drink I need is scarce. And thus I march, In the desert, that is our love! I wait… Read more “Hidden – In Plain Sight!”
Forget about happy endings. Happiness shouldn’t end. Create a mosaic of moments, Sad, happy, happy, sad. Lend me some of those, The thoughts you push back Every… Read more “Guardian Angel”
In that one poem I wrote, You were the first word. That entered my mind. It started with you. My poem, my masterpiece. And then, the emotion… Read more “You Write Poetry, you’d Understand”
Hello peeps! Now as my ‘about section’ will tell you, I am crazy for stories. I read them, write them, adore them, inhale them, exhale them… you… Read more “Tell me a Story…”
Duzan Domestica, however, had been too long in this line of business to miss why this green-skinned, strange looking girl was there in his clinic. Despite her emotionless face and heavy makeup, her smile lines were more than visible. Fanning out at the corner of her lines were several small wrinkles resembling a cat’s whiskers or a crow’s feet. Then there were the horrible concaves bracketing her thick lips, almost conquering her nasolabial region. Duzan focused hard on her left cheek but was not sure what to make of it. He reflected for a while. Then, “Smile,” he sighed and issued the one command that only he could give without risking his life.
Image Source “Natural selection,” the voice said, “is obsolete now.” Zac was struggling to focus on the words that were resonating all around him. Despite having memorized… Read more “SPPRIG Testing Laboratory”
“Most people aren’t really bad, you know”, she told him. “If that is so, they don’t do a very good job of showing their true intentions”, said… Read more “Unmade for Each other”
Image Source I am the thought You thought of When there was nothing To think. Not because I was insignificant. It is what matters the most, That… Read more “Inescapable”
Here is another entry from our #WringoInk. project. Image Source Monday: She was reading something. We were in a library surrounded by books. I was glad she… Read more “Blown Out of Proportion — Wringo Ink.”
Zoobia Shahid was among the brightest students in her class. The 14-year-old had only recently learned that world was elliptical. Copernicus and Galileo had faced quite a handful of troubles before the perfectionists finally came to terms with the fact that their beloved earth was not a perfect circle. She didn’t know what kind of sacrifice she would have to make for her parents to appreciate her truly.