72…73…74..75 Seconds ‘Oh fuck this’ he thinks and opens up the box. The gush of rotting comes out to nauseate his nostrils. He feels his stomach churn inside, and a sourness runs through his throat. But more than that, the failing disgusts him to the core. 37th iteration was never supposed to fail. He puts […]Read more "The Melting SandBoxes of Time"
Aren’t we all Rats? Scampering in our little mazes, sniffing for cheese at the corners, turning a blind eye to the perils of eventually finding it? Aren’t we all Rats for wanting a wanting for a delirious purpose which drives us. Similar or variant, dreams are made of sleepless nights. Daydreams, Of course, smelled specifically […]Read more "Knight’s Oblivion"
When Zariya crashed on the road from her scooter, she was 19. She was at an age that identified her goals and realized them as dreams. In a split second, she lost everything. A sharp gravel stone pierced the skin under her neck and cut through an internal carotid artery. She lay there, immovable and […]Read more "The Wonderful Life Of Zariya"
What do you feel when you fall in love with someone? Assuming, of course, there’s a coherent feeling and not just an adrenaline rush slinging out of your spine. What exactly are you loving in that person? Ariadne moved briskly to the front door of the bus, which came to a slow halt. As the […]Read more "SYNTHESIS"
” What did you see child?” The pastor knelt before the clearly shaken 11 year old. Isabel cried silently, her eyes reeking of grief. Her confession would certainly be a sin. At-least the Lord in her heart told her that. What Her Father was doing, was satanic the church had taught her. Could she confess […]Read more "ISABEL"
He looked at her walking beside him. It was just unnatural but never unreal. She could walk. Of-course, Her flapping tail had turned to trembling legs, once he helped her on to the shore. Scales dropped off into the sand, and her eyes turned a little darker. Her heart lay with him and that would […]Read more "Mermaid"
The boy suddenly woke up. An eery sound somewhere. Of Flute but something more. An insatiable urge to follow it. And thus he did. He walked upstairs to the roof top, walked to the edge and jumped off it. One hour later, another kid, a plump one, the son of a bread vendor heard the […]Read more "Pied Piper Pathos"