
I love to watch you read. I love how you place yourself on that tight corner. I love the way your fingers deftly turn each page without even creasing any. I love how you balance the book on your knees while you create a bun above your head (with your eyes never lea…

Nicholas knows the end is coming. As he steps closer to the red metal gate of house at block 14 lot 32, he knows he cannot walk back. The gate clangs behind him, and a girl of his age — as beautiful as a doll — waits for him at the door. They smile at each o…

He shouts my name when I am halfway down the road out of the university. I stop at my tracks and wait for him to catch up. He then asks if I am already going home to which I answer yes. “Can I come along?” I nod. We usually just talk about Game of Th…

The draped curtain over her window was already glowing, yet Janine hadn’t slept a wink. She just lay on her bed, staring at the darkness hanging above her head. Her eyes were burning with sleep deprivation and dried tears. And she felt really exhausted. Th…

She looked so beautiful even with the mascara continually cascading over her porcelain skin. Her eyes were red from the chronic crying and her hands were shaking as she tried wiping the tears away. But I swear she still looked so beautiful. I returned my gaze …

They never really talked about it explicitly but I heard my Mom and Dad talked about him one night. They were whispering amidst the lowered boisterous noise of the obnoxious actor from the television commercial. They didn’t really mention his name but I knew it w…