"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you," she said. "Show me. Prove to me that you're listening, that you care, that you're real."Silence. Nothing. The sound of construction outside burred on, birds chirped as they always did. Nothing but silence echoed...
whinge/wɪndʒ/verb (intransitive) whinges, whingeing, whinged 1.to cry in a fretful way, to complain; whine.2.to complainnoun 3.a complaintAnother noun to be added to th...
If I had to describe unrequited love using analogies, I would describe it as the sensation one gets when one attempts to have a shower in boiling hot water. It's painful and it leaves horrible scars. And don't - not for one second - act like you have...
In silence we hear our own voices, in solitude we find company with our thoughts and in darkness we reminisce about our past. Some of us have the ability to lightly cover the past with a dusting of sugar and some of us remember the past just as it wa...
People stared. She couldn't for the life of her understand why they stared. Quizzically, as if she were the most peculiar thing they had ever crossed paths with. Some went as far as to scoff, some rolled eyes, some chewed their lower lips as if to st...
Recently lots of thoughts, ideas and opinions have bubbled to the surface. While I am rarely prone to rants and giving you my opinion - mostly because the difference between my opinion and a slice of pizza is that you probably would've asked for the...
I suppose one could say it starts with a bite. A bite so painless, so undetectable one would not even be able to tell he was bitten at all. The seemingly harmless bite that changes a man's life - slowly but surely, gently but progressively, inconspic...