Rants, Facts and Objectivity

Malcolm was an odd one. He did not possess the required social skills to make anyone feel like continuing a steady conversation with him, not for lacking good content, but emitting a vibe of awkwardness which sometimes felt toxic at best. Needless to say, he hated it. He was great on the phone: calls, texts, … Continue reading Rants, Facts and Objectivity

The Joy of Problems

Sins wept in silence. For the umpteenth time that day, he tried to sweep his feelings under an imaginary rug, but he couldn't. He couldn't come to terms with the amount of effort that it took to create value, and then watch it disintegrate right it front of his eyes, helpless and powerless at the … Continue reading The Joy of Problems

Bitter Bar

"Anarchy. Disarray. This is the world today", a drunk Sins told the woman he had met at the bar an hour back. The woman stared at him in slight amusement. The conversation had taken an interesting turn a couple of minutes back, morphing into the behaviour of the society that they were a part of, … Continue reading Bitter Bar

Starry Sins

Sins didn't like getting old. It was a bit narcissistic of him to think like that, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to get old. After all, who did? No one, that's who. He was standing within an inch off his dusty mirror placed atop his bathroom's washbasin. Glaring at the wrinkles lined … Continue reading Starry Sins

The Story of Starr

Starr wasn't feeling well. Attributing it to the sudden change in temperature outside, she trudged morosely, without any feelings of productivity towards the kitchen to wolf down the three pieces of cheese burst pizza left over from last night. She couldn't find her phone, and it bothered her for some reason, probably the absence of … Continue reading The Story of Starr

The Force of Marijuana and Love

"I am the best! And I'll take out the best!", screamed Sins at the top of his voice to no one in particular from the terrace, and then lit a cigarette. A few minutes later he began staring at the terrace opposite, hoping for his neighbor to arrive. They had winked at each other the … Continue reading The Force of Marijuana and Love

Outmuscled and Broken

Malcolm entered the room, his head spinning wildly. The last time he had drunk this much before was exactly seven months ago, on the occasion of his best friend's wedding. Not that he had liked to go, but only because she had asked him to come. After all, they had been extremely close, lovers even, … Continue reading Outmuscled and Broken

The Drug Dream

Mathew had three friends. When he had been high last night, he had spent three hours trying to understand the meaning of a friend, and had finally settled on connectedness, after admitting to himself that he had overthought and become partially emotional. He had passed out thinking happy thoughts about the opposite sex, and wondered … Continue reading The Drug Dream

Dismembered in Dirt

His screams reverberated across the small dingy alleyway, soaked by now in the relentlessly pounding rain. The three men led him by his arms towards their car, a plain black coloured Ford parked at the alley's entrance. He couldn't believe this fate would befall him. Tears of anger and grief streamed across his already wet … Continue reading Dismembered in Dirt