If you want immortality, marry a Writer. If you do not want immortality, but rather a taste of memory, a lingering of the unforgettable, then date a Writer and here’s the thing, be certain of what you want before you pursue a Writer. We are vicious with our words. We’ll cast you as a stool, … More You and I: A short story
She walked to the door. Apartment 325B. Her mind was set on redemption. The brown door beckoned her knuckles. She knocked thrice and waited. She thought of time and what she would say. She raised her hand again as if to knock when she noticed the door-bell. She pressed it once. Feelings that come back … More Choose Me: Short story
I met a girl with summer in her hair. Sunshine Bright is what I’d call her if I dare. I met a girl with summer in her hair, and that was all I needed, better than fresh air.
I see you, Yes you. You just passed by me, unaware of what the sight of you does to my pheromones. Oya! Fine Guy, the piece of dark chocolate, in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, Not you, I’m talking about the one who’s assailed my nostrils with his musky-lime cologne scent. You are like … More Oya! Fine Guy…
Better he who loved and lost than he who fled from love, only to find himself in woe. Our people spew words of wisdom like one tossing seeds out of the mouth. Some say it is like eating ground nuts, the pleasure is in eating them one by one, and saying things that seem wise … More Almasi
As a Writer, I would make an excellent Spy. I live for characters just as spies live for code names. Let me tell you something about Azure or maybe let’s call him 44. He says I live life safe. I live by a list of don’ts and not for the sake of curiosity. We share … More Moonlight Conversations
He said, “If I ever run out time, know that you’re like coffee…” I smiled at this, but he shook his head, he believes I read too much into him. I never listen, but he does not know this. You are like coffee…sometimes I want you dark so you can dim the lights within me. … More If I ever run out of time