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    Why? Because I never rode shotgun on public transport before. But what did I get?

  • Believe me I'm a liar

    “I've been thinking about you lately,” Phoebe said almost absentmindedly gazing outside. The first snow of the year had just started to fall and she loved watching the greys of the cobbled streets turn into white.

  • The Silent Night

    The night draws in,

  • Freckled Sky

    The sky is looking different today

  • My Stable Relationship

    One, nine, seven, three

  • To My Beloved

    From where I am sitting, it smells like disinfectants, antiseptics, confusion, anxiety, anticipation and helplessness. It's 4 AM. The doctors have told me to hope for the best.

  • Hope among other things

    An empty canvas is a horrible thing,

  • Weightlessness

    High up at the edge of a building, there stood a raindrop. He was ten feet above the earthy surface, landing upon which would inevitably cause his demise.


    What are you supposed to feel when you're holding a heart in your hands?

  • The Team

    Stormageddon is quite pissed at the boy. “What the heck is taking him so long?” he wants to yell into thin air but reserves himself at the last moment. Instead he makes a livid growling sound.


    Heroes, my fathers.

  • Seasonal Afflictions

    With frayed edges And dented spines

  • inked

    “So you notice absolutely nothing different about me?” Mumu asked the question for the third time and the first time with disappointment in her voice.

  • The Bane of Womanhood

    Oh woman, made from gold and fire.

  • Heaven in the Sky

    The lamp's frail light cut the darkness in yellow rays. And the cramped house with broken furniture spoke of poverty.

  • A new world

    In all honesty, the device was a disappointment. That was the general feeling around camp when the scientists had brought out their finest creation — the pinnacle of their research.

  • HOPE

    Kitara started walking faster as the first streaks of sunlight illuminated the sky. She stopped abruptly, the magnificent view filling her entire field of vision. To say that the sunrise was beautiful would be a grave understatement.

  • She Who Remembers

    I saw her scavenging the streets lined with shops, bustling with vehicles, complemented by smokes crawling up the air. The sun had set, and the gloom was cut by the yellow rays emerging from the light poles.

  • Animosity

    It was Friday and for as long as Rafid could remember, every Friday, he and baba went together to the society mosque for Jummah prayers at one.

  • An Interesting Offer

    The somber sky, illuminated with its salient, dusky hues - managed to send her to an undeniable trance. Left foot, right foot - her feet planted themselves with each step on the musky, glistening cobblestone pavement.


    Fleeing from their villages

  • Sleepless

    Eyes are wonderful. At times, they remain wide open and welcome all the light that the universe has to offer. Also at times, they flutter shut only to consume the darkness that is necessary to sink into a pillow and float in a colorful void.

  • Miles Per Hour

    Wind in my hair. Thoughts in my mind. Both running wild.

  • Was, Is, Will Be

    My name is Tepners and here I'd been standing with two rather strange bedfellows, origins of our appearance in this room unknown.

  • New Depths

    “So this is it, Chirag?” shouted the woman floating on a lifeboat at the man floating on another lifeboat.

  • The Wolves

    There were only two people in his life he failed to counsel.


    After the meteors robbed the earth of its glory, life decided to brew again with all its might. Organisms never gave in to destruction. The sun thought she would wipe away the ball of oceans and mountains that circled her.

  • Pixel Eternal

    My first memories of video games were in an arcade near our house. It had a stained floor, a noisy atmosphere and one too many people. It also had little worlds inside. Ones that were easy to get lost into.

  • Change

    An oddly decorated wooden recliner welcomed Shane as he sat down with a piping hot cup of tea in his hands, and a mind heavy with thoughts. The chair was African, a trinket his father bought on one of his travels, set beside a vast array of plants, ornaments and flowerpots his mother had arranged by the veranda.

  • Aurora, My Dear Lady

    We were hurling towards an ocean planet teeming with life.