Nesting

Late afternoon sunlight filters through the naked windows, and the dust motes floating lazily give the empty living room a hazy air. It looks emptier now than it did a week ago. Then, you would have found a bean bag or two tossed in a corner, a make shift table, and shoes everywhere. Now crushed …

Cutting tomatoes

Prim and preened, she sat on a stool in her uncles' living room while her relatives joked about her future "prospects". Her eyes never left the grandfather clock, standing proudly over the family, passed down for 5 generations, her uncle liked to boast. She smiled languidly when they tried to involve her. She ignored her …

The thought crossed his mind as he glanced at the crowds milling below him. A sheer drop, if that didn't kill the boy, the ensuing clamour definitely would. He could still hear the dying notes of euphoric song as he held the prince above his head, golden sunshine illuminating the two of them. An auspicious …

The bombings

It's another story that I wrote when I was in school. My teacher said that it was good too soooo. Also apparently I used 'Panem' to name my fictitious city. Soooo. I did that a lot when I was a kid, using popular names from books for my stories. This is not affiliated to The …

Aftermath (cause I couldn’t think of a better title *shrugs*)

I was rummaging around in a carton of my old stuff. We shifted houses like four years back, but since I've been so busy with college, I never really had time to go through the cartons with stuff from when I was a kid. Also, I needed my grade 10 Math book. So anyway, I …

Deep in the woods

Everyone cheer because I finally felled my writer's block! Sort of. So I had this idea after watching How To Get Away With Murder. There are these woods in some of the episodes where Rebecca is buried and Sam is buried and where the Chinese chick was dumped at the end of 2A. So...hopefully, you'll …

The voices in my head whisper to me. Sometimes, they whisper fairy tales, of once upon a times. They fill my head with strange tales and creatures I've never heard of before. Sometimes, I write down what they tell me. I do that now. I put my pen to paper and write down their secrets. …

I was clearing out my papers when the photo fluttered out. It took me a few minutes to recognize it. Almost immediately, I regretted the big breakfast I'd had. The mystery I'd never solved. I sat down behind my empty desk and studied it again, for the millionth time. The photo was old and blurry …

It's Friendship Day here today and I've been rather rudely awakened by all the commotion around me. One of the disadvantages of living in the vicinity of flighty, juvenile girls. The entire concept is rather middle school, as I would say to my best friend if she were here right now. I could almost imagine …

The thing in my mirror

I'm in your mirror. I'm the thing that you see. I whisper in your ears at night, make you hate yourself. Every morning, when you check your reflection in the mirror and you can't bear to stand what you see, that's me. I check my reflection in my bedroom mirror as I get out of …