“Are you sure about this?” Jenny’s sweaty palms were wrapped around my elbow, and I could feel the heat radiating from her hands inside my cotton shirt. “Yeah, I think…yeah! What’s the point of all these when it’s not useful to anyone, fucking, ever!” I said.
First set of threads of a couple of story
Ana cradled her daughter in her arms, the child’s head burrowing deep inside her thick cloak. It was behind them now, but what was before? She had thought it was all over for them when they were cast adrift. Belus had chosen a day of storm to be rid of her, and his face was … Continue reading Two Threads 2
Five minutes later.
"Yes, again! Are you dumb too, now?"
"No, sorry," she whispered.
"Let's add spineless to the list, Shall we?"
"Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Till you all can feel it," Dwarfingam sang. "Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Till we all can feel it," chorused his dwarfs. "Hit it! Hit it! Hit it! Till you all can-" Dwarfingam turn towards his, "Hey there! You little sneaky snakes. How the hell did you all find … Continue reading Dwarfingam, the last
Dear Brother, This has been a long month. I struggle, more and more, everyday to find reasons for me to get up from bed and drag myself to school. Everything is either blatant or plain. But there's a light at the end of the tunnel. It's a girl. Whenever I'm looking at her, she is … Continue reading The letter to my brother.
"Seriously? All of it? In one person?" he chuckled.
"You said you won't judge!" she warned him.
"I'm... Not...supposed to... Be.... Hereeeeee," cornflower sobbed uncontrollably.
"You know, you would look more casual if you drop that t-shirt which says 'casual' in big red letters," I pointed his chest.
I have found that writing flash fiction - micro stories, witty dialogues, pointless monologues (much like this one) helps me overcome these mini- writer blocks I encounter during one of those lazy days (much like today).