The Rotten Secret – A Short Story

"I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?" Harry stared at his mother. "Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn't die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him." He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn't blinked... Continue Reading →

Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner  in the attic gathering dust and what not... Continue Reading →

When a writer bleeds

her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at... Continue Reading →

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