I know I should’t lie. For many many ethical reasons, lying is not good thing. I know. But what do you do when a kid in second year just won’t stop asking you, his super senior, out? I mean, I find that to be quite unethical. Being a cougar is NOT on my bucketlist. Continue reading
It was 8 pm. I stood at her door, rang the bell and waited.
“Eleven years. A decade and a tenth. My youth. I spent every waking hour either with you, thinking about you or dreaming about you. Your eyes. Your smile. Your lips. Your hands and feet. Your long legs. Mostly, your heart. Your beautiful heart. Continue reading
This week’s writing prompt: Using no more than 50 words, write one sentence describing a room in as much detail as possible. Continue reading
She’d spent 4 years of her life with him. She’d just said good bye to him;