• Short Stories

    The Crush

    I doodle on my notebook as I watch you taking down notes so intently, with eyebrows furrowed and lower lip bitten. I draw hearts and lots of them around your name. It is just another day and just another literature…

  • Short Stories

    Waves

    I gazed longingly at the golden sand drifted and swayed to the strong northern winds, its voice whispering, slowly and carefully my name, his name; together creating a monotonous agonizing melody, which is enough to rattle my soul. The crash…