The crash erased his past. That is what happens when you push a car built for 130mph to 200. When he finally opened his eyes, a year had slipped away in a coma, his memories along with it. His old life was now a stranger’s diary.Friends filled the gaps in his memory, some with laughter, … Continue reading Crash into me
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What we call home
That final note from Druv was folded once, neatly and tucked between the pages of Ishika’s favorite book, the one she always said smelled like her childhood. He had not said goodbye in person. For all the writer he was, words always betrayed him when it came to her, so he let the pen do … Continue reading What we call home
Things we forget to die from
For a guy raised in a tropical savanna climate, struggling with 15C feels almost embarrassing. What does that say about me? Have I gone soft? Or maybe I have just gotten too used to this Palo Alto air. I crack open the window, expecting the cold to wake me up fully or maybe numb something … Continue reading Things we forget to die from
Art of the Stare
Nijitha was not sure of how well Liam’s strategy of picking up girls at the pub would work, for her, anyway. Liam, self proclaimed ladies man and newly appointed mentor, his words, had taken it upon himself to guide her through recently-out-of-the-closet life like a campaign driven Instagram influencer coach. His methods were questionable to … Continue reading Art of the Stare
Shadow of Orcane
Nevile gripped the crumpled letter one last time, his brother’s words had already burned into memory. Dear brother, Throughout my journey I have passed through countless villages and met many kind souls. I am afraid what I have stepped into now is something more unsettling. The day I arrived in the village of Orcane, about … Continue reading Shadow of Orcane
Say My Name
They said the tree at the edge of Hollow Woods was older than the town itself.Its bark was rough and scorched, as if struck by lightning not once but many times, yet it never fell. A strange darkness stretched around it, cold and unnatural, it felt alive, as if it watched.No birds nested in it. … Continue reading Say My Name
Persimmon for the fall
The wind was cold that morning, blowing the autumn leaves in its wake. On his usual walk through the old part of town Neil saw her, an elderly woman, sprawled across the sidewalk, a bruise the size of an apple on her knee. Without a second thought, he rushed over, kneeling beside her "Are you … Continue reading Persimmon for the fall
Tsukihime Monogatari
The lanterns flickered softly in the evening breeze as Renjiro made his way up the mossy steps of the ancient shrine. The scent of rain lingered in the air and in the distance the sound of a shamisen played. The full moon hung low in the sky as if it were watching him. The old … Continue reading Tsukihime Monogatari
Perfect Peacock Predicament
Amit stepped back, tilting his head as he eyed the massive peacock they had just spent hours painting on the customer’s living room wall. The blues shimmered, the greens swirled, and the golden accents made the bird come to life. It was stunning. Almost perfect. “Alright” he exhaled. “213 feathers down, only 37 more to … Continue reading Perfect Peacock Predicament
Kissing Booth, Exit Only
You would think that kissing people for a living, or rather, in my case, for a dying, is all it is made up to be. But let me tell you, as someone who has been doing this for eternity, it is not. It is a thankless job.Yama sighed. "Why does it have to be a … Continue reading Kissing Booth, Exit Only
Book of I
The last light of the day bled out of the sky, Sajit and Guna leaned against the ruins of a forgotten civilization they had once seen rise and fall. To the ordinary eye, they would appear as two simple archaeologists on an excavation mission but beneath the surface of their weathered skin, thousands of years … Continue reading Book of I
Bananana Split
It was a quiet cold night, a rare break from the usual chaos, no echoing mad laughter or stray penguins braying in the streets. Vinny prowled through the dark alley, flicking his switchblade open and shut, feeling tougher than he probably should. He just made a big score, selling fake Bane signed posters "You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it". He had gotten some decent cash and a taste of respect on the streets. Tonight, he was after a much bigger prize.
This Is Not About Writing
I write,Sometimes in fragments,Sometimes in flowing stories,Sometimes for myself,Sometimes for you,Sometimes for no one at all. I write,About the things that shape me,About dreams just out of reach,About the laughter that lingers,About the ordinary moments,About everything that slips away unnoticed. I write,To remember what matters,To share parts of myself,To know I’m here, in these words,To … Continue reading This Is Not About Writing
Rakshashi Curse #3
The sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore was the only thing that broke the silence as Kunal walked alone on the beach that morning. He had come early, needing time to reflect before starting his day. The sand felt cool beneath his feet, and the early sunlight shimmered across the water. He was … Continue reading Rakshashi Curse #3
Rakshashi Curse #2
The next morning, Kunal woke up and sat on the edge of his bed for a long time, replaying his conversations with Rashmi. At least ten lines from their talk could go straight into his book. Talking with her was like a breath of fresh air for his creativity; she was his muse. He remembered … Continue reading Rakshashi Curse #2