She’s thirsty.

Restlessness transcends into pent up aggression as she stands up and rummages through her bag for her 8-inch tanto. She walks up to the short and stout one in front of her, perpetually munching on sweet things, grabs her hair and slits her throat. The blood excites her. The class bursts into chaotic frenzy, but…

Of cynics and tomorrows.

The meeting starts late tonight. A little later than usual. Funny though, in a room full of cynics, you’d have expected that most of these people would have seen it coming. The meetings are starting to become a routine. Tonight is 18’s turn to speak. She will stand at the podium and tell us about…

If fiction was so.

Mother, she tells me I’ve been sleeping too late every night. She says that only weird people sleep at those hours. I tell her that she does not understand; weird people are the ones who actually go to bed early, these days. I stare at the ceiling for a minute, or two, before I feel…

The search begins.

He sits by the bar, eyes weary from the extended hours of his day. Sorry excuses for Friday night friends dance, laugh and skip around him. Shallow company, but all so happy, so entirely happy. Eventually he lets go. A little. Takes more frequent sips and occasionally, even a mouthful at one go. In a…

Seventy seven miles.

Two cups of coffees and seven cigarettes later, the words started coming. I would have scrambled for anything with a keyboard, heck, pen and paper would have sufficed, but neither was within reach. Six weeks of territorial beefing, it doesn’t get rarer than this. I’m cold on the inside, and on the outside. It is…