Dr. Arrow C. Valentine woke up on February 14th, the same dread in mind as every other of his name-days. That’s…
She stood in the grocery line and her thoughts raced. Which story would she write first?
The mom in front of her looked harried with her twin toddlers and she wondered what it would have been like to have…
Minu and Meenu sat across from each other in the train, unaware of each other’s similar sounding names.
Each one was upset, had cried just before they boarded at their respective stops.
There was a big hole where his face should have been but at least he’d stopped talking now.
I used to have a childhood fantasy of having a huge library- with books from top to bottom. I imagined a couch in one corner, a table lamp on the side and myself- sipping coffee and reading.
Each passing day, I walk across the apple tree where red shiny apples are dangling on the branches. These…
I love oxymoron.
I remember the first time I read one in a sentence. I believe it was “a loud silence”.
I have since fallen in love with them and I just want to make use of them in this little story.I want to talk about the joys of stress.
“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no…