I love wasabi. i love that brief instance where it hits you, leaves you breathless and brings tears to your eyes.
Category: Stories
stories i wrote. fictional…. sometimes.
Her silent cries.
She hugged herself and teared silently in the dark. She couldn’t make any noise or she’ll be punished. She had to be good or she’ll get whipped once again. She shivered in fear, she wondered when would she be fed for it has been some time since she last ate. She wondered if death would …
My six word story.
During one of the Open Room sessions that Ogilvy organised, one of the speakers Arti left a great impression on me. Basically, she mentioned that a good writer is one who communicates clearly. To cut to the chase, information is to short and sweet. Understood by everyone. She organised this activity by asking us to …
The colour Red.
Red. The colour of passion. Blood flowing thru my veins. The anger i feel. I poke a needle in your veins and you’ll bleed for me. You’ll bleed because that’s the only way you know how to show me that you care and you feel. Now the question is… If I really do not care …