The Corridor


His fate was on the other side of the corridor. #fiction #microstory #vignette

Never Ending Ticking


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…

Water Runs Deep


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.

Bad Days Parade


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….