It was awful. The shred of paper sitting sullenly before him; It was truly, god awful.

But since he was used to such torture each and every work day, it was nothing new.

New; new would be crème moccasins she wore. New would be her sunny smile and flower girl scent. New was the fact that he fancied yet another intern. New? New, because this one wasn’t a shadow of the wife that died on him.

The sun, once strong; now shines just to prove all good things must cease to exist. Breathing for survival; alive, [...]

She glided to the window, the city’s yellowed sphere somehow seeming to be marked for the sole purpose of the [...]

Ramu mama’s snores sounded through the common window separating 35 and 36, Ramar Koil Street, and could be heard from [...]

Tired, dusty, silent, furor, Sagging load carried forever, Like rotting thoughts That seem so clever. Denial, logic, cracking voice, Faltering [...]

“Pat and kiss those flabby thumbs Just as your told!” Said my angry mum. “We’ll have no tickles or bearded [...]

The distant star gleams, On a blushing pink sky; The world seems drowned, In the lark’s melodious cry. The trees [...]

Gwen Twinklespark was upset. No, upset wasn’t the right word. Distraught, more like. The day had begun fairly well; she [...]

I was six years old. Yes, six. A lot of this story has much to do with my age which [...]

I see him everyday. Rather, every morning. This old man in tattered clothes. Sitting on the steps of the subway [...]