Chapter 1 Kaneki [Part 2 here] it was another usual hectic Monday. Mondays were the worst. Absolutely worst. The hangover of weekend makes it worse. The noise of the other people made it worse. The only redeeming thing was the class teacher walking in. “Alright everyone, settle down, settle down!” She called out. Everyone hushed … Continue reading Sakura (1)
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Gust Of Wind
"And that's the three branches of Trigemminal nerve,aka the dentist's nerve. Maxillary, mandibular, and ophthalmic, hence, the tri" the professor droned on. I glanced at my watch. There was still 30 minutes left on the clock. I looked at the whiteboard idly. I'd give anything to get out of class right now. Maybe I can … Continue reading Gust Of Wind
House Of Cards
The cup of tea that stood between us was almost cold. “What do you mean you aren’t going home?” I asked incredulously. She stirred her cup slowly. “Problems with my family. You know how it is.” She slammed her fist, looked up. “I’m not going!!” She looked determined. “Look, Aurelia, you have to go. It … Continue reading House Of Cards
The One
Cicadas and crickets sang. It was 2:39AM. Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM. Every bad decision, every heartbreak I could trace back to a time after 2 AM. Of course sometimes alcohol was involved, but that's just the catalyst. Not the reactant.There was the time I broke up with my toxic girlfriend to be … Continue reading The One
Broken Things Can Be Loved
This is an reply to Megha Rao's "Do You Tell Her About Me" Broken things don't need to be fixed. There's a beauty in your chaos. When I saw your Auburn hair, Flaring like the locks of Medusa. You scared me, but fear is an aphrodisiac. And you had everything that I always lacked. I … Continue reading Broken Things Can Be Loved
The Café
Today was the four hundred and seventh day I found myself in the Café Sella. I don't know where they get their names. Sella turcica was a depression in the skull for the pituitary gland. But I hardly think that's the derivation for the name. I don't know. I'm to drowsy from the sleeping pills. … Continue reading The Café
The First Time
How do I start? Well, a lot of things happened. My fiance cheated on me since I was away. I returned to find out and fell back into depression. Katy gifted me a kitten to soak up my grief. I met my ex again by accident and finally had some closure. Oh, and also, there … Continue reading The First Time
For Your Friend
If I am to die tonight, Will there be no light? Will the birds stop their song? Will you realise where you went wrong? If this is my last breath, Will I spend it in wrath? Will you be my last regret? Or apologize, for what you said. How could I let it all fall? … Continue reading For Your Friend
The Spiral
I was taught by my parents growing up that it's always my fault. My mother had a rule. If I fought with any kid, I'd get beaten. ( by her when she found out, of course). If any kid hit me and I retaliated in self-defence, I'd get beaten. Needless to say, to my young … Continue reading The Spiral
Morituri Nolumus Mori
There is no glory in suicide. There is glory every other kind of death. Dying for an idea, for freedom, for what's right. Dying in the line of duty. Dying for the sake of innocent human lives. But to take one's life, dying for themselves is considered an act most heinous and most criminal. Society … Continue reading Morituri Nolumus Mori
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