via Daily Prompt: Faded I reminisce about faded jeans and failed chances. For on a night like tonight, I spied him, sauntering into the room, charging up the atmosphere, with his Brando-like swagger, his Dev Anand-ish smirk . His faded jeans spelled ‘reckless’, while his carefully tamed coif screamed ‘dandy’. It’s as if the moon was biding it’s…
She comes in, sharp at 9.30. Pale, lanky and shivering from the cold that has begun to build up over the past few days. I immediately chide her, “You’ll never wear a sweater to work, will you?” as I hand her her usual cup of tea. “Kya didi, where am I supposed to keep the…
#fiction, #love, #humor Work, that day, was a breeze. She was glad she wrapped up everything early because she had the interview-of-a-lifetime next day. Besides, she wasn’t able to concentrate, what with her head full of Kirat. Why isn’t he calling? He said he would. Checking her phone every 5 minutes had become an annoying habit.…
Hi everyone! I was listening to some of my favourite numbers and I came across this idea for a game. But first, what’s a soliloquy? A Soliloquy is the act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud to oneself or even in the presence of others, regardless of whether the others are hearing it or not. We often have…
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Sunday was gloomy. For the first time she wished Hairy Chest would do something because it was awfully quiet. But he wasn’t back. The lock on his door told her so. Monday was equally gloomy, and wet. It rained relentlessly, as if the weather gods had left the tap running. The unusual downpour had flooded the…
This is the story of two neighbours who don’t see eye to eye. The next door neighbour is an uncouth libertine and our protagonist has already had a nasty showdown with him. Post-it notes are exchanged as the only ‘civil’ form of conversation between them. Read the first and second parts of the story here and…
