The unheard

We weren’t friends, he was still a passer by; yet we would meet every day and the time would fly. Slowly, slowly he got so close that only o...

Many and many a year ago, I fell in love with a dame, love bled from whose veins. Insincere and pretentious reality did I not see. Damn o d...

FOR the most twisted yet the most beautiful story which I am about to narrate, I think you might find me cliché. You see either I follow cli...

“I love you”, said harry, “But we are not meant for each other. I know you want to talk a little bit more, but that’s how it will always be ...

"Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of reality" ~Edgar Allan Poe. True –very, very true. I wa...

When the darkness and the pain has hit you so hard, what do you do? How will it get better again? Everyone gets rescued; but in their ...

Grief, for whatever reason it may be, will come for everyone. It comes on its own time and in its own way. It is almost as if it sits in th...