Life For The Dead
If there were a day where you were free.
Free of the confines of life, but chained by a looming death.
What would a world look like when you could find life for the dead.
Category: My Writing
Waking Up to the Ghosts of the Morning | Short Story
When the alarms start blaring and lights turn on, that’s when the ghosts come out.
No longer confined to nights and full moons they haunt mercilessly with smiles…
And the fate of a family is at stake.
I’m Fine | Short Story
It’s Christmas eve.
This is a story of give and take.
And that of a really uncomfortable, desperate Santa!
Unfinished Stories | Poem
That was a special moment When we were inseparable You made me feel special and wanted And I gave all of myself to you I knew you are fickle-minded And I thought, in me you could find a home I’ve been with you through your best And through your worst. All I dreamt was to […]
Read MoreThe End of the Beginning | The Cycle of Truth #2 | Short Story
In the times after the war of Freedom, the people of a free nation are fighting a war against the impure on the other side of the border.
What happens to those who question the governments and their leaders? What is the price of freedom?
The Beginning of the End | The Cycle of Truth #1 | Short Story
In the times after the war of Freedom, the people of a free nation are fighting a war against the impure on the other side of the border.
In a time where women fight alongside men, is freedom really the right path in the new world?
But, What is Your Name?
We live in a world where we reduce people to statistics or even worse, imagine few never existed.
But, they Do! And they have stories to share!
This is a story for all those people we look down upon!
Lost in Mail
It is 1944. The allies are on fighting to hold their ground at Normandy.
An unknown sickness runs amongst troops.
Sometimes, mail is lost.
Sometimes, the wrong letter is lost.
A Short Story
Read MoreThe long Journey
This is a poem in memoriam for a friend of mine.
I hope all of us do stay strong
I hope all of us come out of this
I hope this could be an ode to him!
The Man in the Mirror
With a satisfied grunt and a smile on his face, he looked at himself in the mirror. A pair of Full-Marathon finisher medals hung around his neck. His expression was priceless as he held them in his hands. Today he didn’t mind his balding head where he had to cover his balding scalp by pulling […]
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