Darkness was all he knew. The world empty of color. Of hope. Empathy. There was nothing but shadows, painting the walls black. Shutting out the sounds of love. Beauty. For so long that’s how it was. No light. No anything, except his trilling thoughts. Stagnating his mind in bitterness. In all the things he taught himself. Dwelling. He couldn’t remember when it was that the darkness first came. Life in the time of the light was so long ago. Cracked smiles. Broken glass. Old photos fading on the floorboards. Dusty. Cobwebbed. Things he would never get back. Things, he convinced himself, he didn’t want back. I don’t deserve it… There was a melody once. That much he could recall. The soft piano echoing through white-washed halls. The gentle pitter-patter of rain. The smell of spring—damp and lively outside the living room window. The little things, that when he sat and thought about, would make…
I am UNIVERSE. I have started writing my diary when I am 1000 years old. Yes, that is when I became somewhat mature. First,…
It hadn’t rained in almost three weeks. It was an anthem for tabloid news outlets: The Drought of 1985. Now, with the late July…
The Israeli bus was newer and had air conditioning, the strength of which had passengers reaching for blankets and sweaters. Yet Jack was burning…
“Another round,” she signed to him across the table, beneath fake lilacs and ivy. It wasn’t yet time to close, but management had started…
That was Malgund village in Chiplun Taluka of Ratnagiri district. The entire area filled with mango, coconut, and areca nut trees was coated by…
It was a white bungalow. There were pink bougainvillea flowers growing along the walls. Outside, near the imposing black gate, two police officers in…
I see him just about every morning during my jog. Jogging in the dawn through the neighborhood still asleep and then through a nearby trail…
Jon lived with his family in a house on a bank along the Ohio River. His family, a mother and six brothers and sisters,…
The fancy bottle of bright red nail polish was still on that brown oak table on the porch facing the empty cushioned chair. However,…
