[Translated from Glorion, the Intergalactic Guild’s official language into the Common Tongue of Earth]

In star-systems far away the people of planet Thangaar are known well for their quirky fashion sense and architecture, made primarily of glass…

I don’t mourn for the dead as much as I mourn for the reminder her death is: of time fleeting, of moments that bury themselves deep in the cluttered mind and resurface like blood from a fresh wound when triggered by the dear departed’s demise.

There was a Nomad once, who loved the desert for all its benedictions of water and greenery, for all its harshness: the sweltering days and cold nights, they all belonged to him. He was the last of his tribe — old, shriveled, with a swarthy, sun-beaten face dominated by…

The best moment for any father is when he discovers some long lost part of his own self in his child — probably that innocent, clear gaze, filled with curiosity that the father’s eyes once had; that sudden, unconscious way in which the child runs a hand through his or her hair; that peculiar…

You may describe me as being ‘short for a guy’,
But for her, I’m tall enough…
I may not be earning millions or rolling in jewels…