Your power? You can boil water. All you do is make tea for them while they laugh and drink in their hideout. Little do they know …
What if we hadn’t lost everything and not have found each other.
A short fiction.
What she saw changed her.
What if a poem is all you have left?
The sunlight heated up his skin, an easy warm blanket. The clock ticked its way into the night. He didn’t have to see it to tell the time. The sound of its movement was enough to count hours. That steady mechanic hum matched what went inside his head, the soundtrack to his still madness. The…
I opened my eyes, and it looked the same just duller. Everything was wrong. Colours leeched out right before my eyes. Silence hung in the air.
Every step invited the cold into her bones.
Bad days flocked to him. He was their fodder. They followed him or rather paraded his life. If he could spread his arms now, he could fly. He heard mirth climbing the walls. Celebratory banter emanating from people on the street and the ones he could see through every window. The rooftop was a great vantage point….
He closed his eyes, and he saw exactly what he saw when they could see. Black. He wondered if this was what void felt like. Black air pressing against you. It was getting colder. Something was happening, something he was clueless about. Cold and the desert felt sharp against his skin. It had been a…
Molly has something to say, what could it be?