"In an envelope made of sleepless nights,

January will make us steady,

John walked into his kitchen, throwing his keys onto the counter along with the mail he had picked up on the way home.

“Hovering above the age old banyan tree that is standing on the field with its long tentacles and intruding roots, they used to herald the possibility of a bleak future, or at least, the people thought so.

I had a habit of looking up at the sky every now and then whenever I walked back to my dorm at night. Granted it did not make for a very smooth walk but it had become almost an impulsive thing to do.

I pointed the telescope to the sky. There was nothing unusual. Sighing, I set the telescope back and looked up at the sky.

Time is a puppeteer with glasses—Round, squeaky clean, and gold rimmed.

The machine wandered into town a week after the child's death.

I will bring you the sun

I've never expected to come across an embodiment of beauty such as yourself. The way you skip around the house so gracefully and nonchalantly like you don't have to worry about all the unfairness of the world.

She is an empty mansion-

I regret to inform you that I, the tenant from flat 3B, shall no longer be living at your apartment. I have come upon this decision after

Raindrops, bus stops,

She looks through the window to see a broken world. The fumes spiral the skyscrapers, drones announce the onset of the second hurricane within the last ten hours. She wears her government issued protective's despite the late hour.

I'll be nestled into the oak's crown.

Shahran found it hard to distract himself. He tried making eye contact with her but she wouldn't look back. She was sitting on a table with the rest of her friends, laughing away at a joke they were sharing.

I pressed the hat tighter upon my head, tilting the brim to partially conceal my eyes. The angle was just right to be able to sneak a discreet glance towards the pillars of the plaza.

The air is thick and the ground is wet,

'To the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil.' — Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

I really, really wanted this to be a love story. The cute, mushy love stories where you meet, fall for each other, then have a fallout, but, afterwards it's happily ever after. Let's call my love interest for this story Dean Winchester.