PinnedUNPRODUCTIVE DAYSWhen I open my eyes it’s already past 12Mar 24, 2022A response icon1Mar 24, 2022A response icon1
Dead CrowsDesperation woven into melody, Meitry’s tale is like her songs — horific yet mesmerizing.Sep 20Sep 20
RopesThe bundle of ropes in my hand was turning loose. I tightened my grip on the frayed ends of jute strands braided together — infinite…May 17May 17
She who liesIt was never explicitly mentioned but I had always known that my mother was a liar. It wasn’t something I overheard someone say, nor was I…Sep 30, 2024Sep 30, 2024
Shelf LifeThe first thing I remember when I opened my eyes is the fog — a white, impish hue playing with the visuals, mighty peaks disappearing in…Aug 24, 2024Aug 24, 2024
‘Dining Room’The story is set in a world where food is remember in memory and taste and smell are luxury generated artificially.Jun 29, 2024Jun 29, 2024
Delusion of IllusionsA tiny freckle hid in the boundary of her cracked lips. She frowned at the remnant of her burgundy lipstick, congregated in cracks of…Apr 2, 2024Apr 2, 2024
Dance of colorsThe air carried the scent of moist soil and dirt. The night was an unfinished puzzle with two loose ends.Mar 1, 2024Mar 1, 2024
Read it againWhat better way to spend a rainy evening on the balcony or a lazy afternoon on a couch rereading your favorite fiction? Reliving the same…Jul 14, 2023Jul 14, 2023
MetroThe next stop was hers. She secured the strap of her black leather handbag and pushed a strand of stray hair behind her ear. A rush of…Jul 14, 2023Jul 14, 2023
