ephemeral

Good is dead. Bad killed it. I sat with them both, once. Life was jolly good then you see?? With not a care in the world, we sat to dinner and walked to movies. Our lives was not a fairytale, but it felt

Ophelia knew she was crazy when she began the sequel to Love's Irk. She had turned the plot upside down to ensure continuity, killing everyone's favorite; Russell. Now the book was complete and she had

I am infatuated with the man from my dreams. "He is but a figment of your imagination," the shrink said. "But he is real. I know he is," I replied. This is me on my third session of

I found the reason to sin... As I took position before the camera, I realised that I had not gotten to where I want to be in life, but I had begun to attain. As the camera clicked and its light flashed,

Its night again. Nah, its morning. Its three-fucking-twenty-nine am, on Monday.. And I feel like crap... "Broken" news!! An excuse of a sorry night, I call it. What is this pain I feel? Its not

Tonight is like every other night. The sky is lit, the birds have gone to roost, the crickets chirp, and the toads lay mating. Tonight is like every other night, but my soul is empty, my heart is in pain.