The walls were white, too white in fact, almost mocking me. The comatose pastiness challenged me, daring me to add colour to it.

I see you, On lazy summer afternoons, when drops of gold and crystal collide

He didn't know how to fly before.

Kelly was crying her heart out. Her dress got soaked in tears as she watched pools of blood flood the room.

There are 32 large white tiles on this corridor. Tiles that smell of disinfectant when you first stand on them, but after you spend a week or so, they start to smell of something more sinister: despair, solitude, broken dreams, and empty promises.

I hate to tell you a story that starts with me waking up. You've read enough of those and so have I but there literally is no other way.

On a gentle afternoon in the month of Agrahayan,

“Kisses,” she told me, “are spoken in the language of the soul.”

Minutes before the start of the exam, all Afzal could focus on was the nervous clicking of a pen by the girl next to him, 2855.

Dear best friend, it's been ages we met, So long you have been around, months I bet.

When I say I wake up next to a daemon every morning with a dry laugh, men think that it's my wife and share a good laugh.

The face in the mirror, staring back.

Option Number Three passed me the salt. She was always awfully quiet at the dinner table, I wasn't sure why. I think it had something to do with the military etiquette her father had taught her.

I think I'll just let the phone ring today.

Spring is here, under my clotted hopes.

So, I woke up today, opened my eyes and was astonished that I had 360 vision. Not only that, everything was way bigger than me.

Binding in the hoodie and grabbing my coffee...

Once when my grandma came to visit us, I discovered a jewellery box beneath her pillow. It had the cutest hair clips.

Nights were generally silent. The last sound of the night was the sound of the prison gates shutting down.

I feel like parasailing. But what if I fall and get hurt? I will be injured for a long time.