The fields were now much emptier and Jako didn’t have to go to the market again. I suppose he had earned enough from his last trip
Days went by so quickly that I didn’t even realize that am able to walk without any support or pain. It had been seven months now since I had been here.
The terrace was lit in moonlight. Standing on the terrace, Shweta was gazing at the moon. Eventually eight years have passed to that conversation.
Suspense Thriller Short Story: A pair of oval eyes stared at him from the backseat. The blood in his veins turned to ice crystals. With a wild cry, he brought the car to an abrupt halt.
It’s winter and it’s snowing but it melts when it hits the ground. I’m 26 and live outside New York. There is this girl, she works in a comic book store or maybe she’s just there at night.
Love poem for her Remembrance: She whispers that she’s afraid; I kiss her deep, long, and slow; In the melting darkness of the theatre; She whispers that she’s afraid..