“So you notice absolutely nothing different about me?” Mumu asked the question for the third time and the first time with disappointment in her voice.

Oh woman, made from gold and fire.

The lamp's frail light cut the darkness in yellow rays. And the cramped house with broken furniture spoke of poverty.

In all honesty, the device was a disappointment. That was the general feeling around camp when the scientists had brought out their finest creation — the pinnacle of their research.

Kitara started walking faster as the first streaks of sunlight illuminated the sky. She stopped abruptly, the magnificent view filling her entire field of vision. To say that the sunrise was beautiful would be a grave understatement.

I saw her scavenging the streets lined with shops, bustling with vehicles, complemented by smokes crawling up the air. The sun had set, and the gloom was cut by the yellow rays emerging from the light poles.

It was Friday and for as long as Rafid could remember, every Friday, he and baba went together to the society mosque for Jummah prayers at one.

The somber sky, illuminated with its salient, dusky hues - managed to send her to an undeniable trance. Left foot, right foot - her feet planted themselves with each step on the musky, glistening cobblestone pavement.

Fleeing from their villages

Wind in my hair. Thoughts in my mind. Both running wild.

My name is Tepners and here I'd been standing with two rather strange bedfellows, origins of our appearance in this room unknown.

Eyes are wonderful. At times, they remain wide open and welcome all the light that the universe has to offer. Also at times, they flutter shut only to consume the darkness that is necessary to sink into a pillow and float in a colorful void.

“So this is it, Chirag?” shouted the woman floating on a lifeboat at the man floating on another lifeboat.

There were only two people in his life he failed to counsel.

After the meteors robbed the earth of its glory, life decided to brew again with all its might. Organisms never gave in to destruction. The sun thought she would wipe away the ball of oceans and mountains that circled her.

My first memories of video games were in an arcade near our house. It had a stained floor, a noisy atmosphere and one too many people. It also had little worlds inside. Ones that were easy to get lost into.

An oddly decorated wooden recliner welcomed Shane as he sat down with a piping hot cup of tea in his hands, and a mind heavy with thoughts. The chair was African, a trinket his father bought on one of his travels, set beside a vast array of plants, ornaments and flowerpots his mother had arranged by the veranda.

We were hurling towards an ocean planet teeming with life.

You might be overwhelmed by the atrocity and sufferings that exist in the world.

“Aren't fish bothered by being wet 24/7?”