This house that I live in is not a home. It is a cage built by my lover to keep me in check and to keep me all to herself. She has never confir…
I wish there was one perfect word to permanently describe and label people in the world. Then, each person would walk around with their labels on the…
I have always entertained the idea of living in my dreams. Not metaphorically, no. The idea of actually sleeping and going into the dream world and j…
It’s a Thursday night. That means only one thing – tonight, I get to see Wesley. I am all giddy inside, and I feel like if someone …
Beneath the tattered ceiling that shades off its white specks of ceiling dust every second, they sit. Each to their own laptop, each to their own wor…
It starts with the most subtle of hints - a touch of two fingers. Not a smile. Not a wink. Not a lop-sided meaningful grin. No. It starts …