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"
He stared at it. It was never meant to be a fiction, or a distant dream. It now seemed profoundly life like. The flows and the restrains and curvaceous elegance construed the canvas. The vibrancy was definitely restrained, the greys were perfectly skimming through. Something was still missing. He knew it was him. It echoed […]Read more "Melancholia"
” 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"
Oxygen 97 Percent : The man moved out of the old shelter and into the green looking sky. 200 years back everything had changed about the hues and colors. Everything therefrom appeared to be just green . 1 million survivors had not from that point, heard the chirpings again, and the man had been no […]Read more "BIRTH"
The little girl was thrown into the last room at the end of the velvety floored corridor. The girl struggled in the darkness for a few moments, as she moved her hands frantically to find something to support herself. She could make out a bed in front of her, a faint snoring from it’s direction […]Read more "The Girl At The Corner"
How would you describe a canvas full of meaningless strokes? Of moody hues and liberal turns? Of blacks and omniscient blues? The woman wearing those distractively red heels walked into the room. He had been very specific about them. A five incher, a magenta muxed , plain and impactful. And yet he noticed nothing as he busily […]Read more "The Blue Intercept"
What could be worse? Death, Or the way we die? What is more important, to live or to be alive? These are the questions I’ve asked myself every day for the past 173 years. Ironical isn’t it , that I am neither dead nor alive. I carry around a tag of being undead, but truly […]Read more "Anti-Life"
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