The tunnel

  We thought we could escape our troubles. We thought if we climbed the ladder fast enough, no one would stop us.   Across the bed from him, I sat. “I like you, I really do.” He blushed, licked his lips and placed a palm on my thigh. I liked that. I shut my eyes and … More The tunnel

Empty

I am so regular, I sleep at 7.30 pm every evening and not a minute later. I never miss my pre-scheduled siestas. I text all my friends in the morning to ask how they slept, and every night to remind them to rest easy. In fact, a week hardly ever passes by without me seeing … More Empty

My Ugly Notebook

This is where I scribble my fascinations. I go to it when I’m terrified, and when I need to confess my truest desires. It rescues me when I fall, yet plunges me into lucid hazes I so fondly wish to not wake up from. It holds onto my hand while coaxing me to look into … More My Ugly Notebook

The Banshee

The air that fell upon her face was warm, misty, stimulating her pores to collect sweat. She was in the park that night because It was the only place she could focus. The moon was full, It occupied a vantage point in the skies, a white core, which she thought looked like a pearl encircled … More The Banshee

Zenitude

That one over there, She doesn’t really talk much you know; just sits there, scribbling into that ugly notebook pretending to read meaning into the life’s essence. There has to be a reason; probably not a good one. The sun rays splash across my face, beating me with heat as I lay in my hammock, a smile … More Zenitude