You know, little things really do matter. Especially when your deeds fall under the acts of kindness, compassion and support. In this modern world stacked with daily improving technologies and unfortunately, ripped connections and wretched seams of mental health, these little things hold a lot of importance. And the best thing of it all is […]
Category: Short Fiction
His arms were tighter around her. His beard scratched her neck and cheeks. She waited. She waited for a long time for the hug to be over. His breath was hot, quick and desperate. Her tiny body bending to his will. Her fragile ribs almost snapped at the severity of the physical contact. The air
There’s nothing quite like producing generous slices of mouthwatering husband for oneself. In baking a husband, you are taking advantage of some magical scientific transformations to create something sugary, dedicated and delicious that you will love – and love forever. Like many people, I was inducted into baking a husband at the apron of my
He didn’t even look at me. I felt a sting in my nose and my throat tightened. Tears welled up in my eyes. I fought hard to keep them from falling, but when he shook his head and turned away from me, I couldn’t control. Pear shaped tears streamed down and I started to whimper.
What wouldn’t I give to walk through that red forest again that looked like Mars and felt like the moon. We stopped by at that dome and your voice echoed through the air. I remember all the flowers. What wouldn’t I give to shop for glasses with you and kiss the little babies who screamed