We passed through the poorly lit passage a into a dark spacious but vacated foyer. My giant escorts stopped and I wondered if they were up to any mischief. The light came on and a uniformed lady, hastened out from a fully stuffed room, holding a neatly folded towel and some room supplies. She walked… Continue reading Baby Merchant: Home Sick
"Hello!," she had whispered and had waved her palm over his face to get his attention one cool evening while they were having a stroll in the neighbourhood. His eyes had gone wild as usual, her anger had mounted on seeing such an act that had become a ritual. If he had not jerked back… Continue reading Wild Eyes..
The night was fast approaching and I was leaning on a Honda Civic parked in front of Fontana Hotel, thinking about how stupid I had been to leave my comfort zone and cosy bed to a harsh life. I was about to take the next bus to my friend's house when a young woman-Rebecca walked… Continue reading Baby Merchants; Desperate For Shelter
The pearly tears droppped on his garment and soaked in. He had less than a week to live. He knew it would soon happen; the long awaited day would soon sneak in to bring his existence to an end. The malignous tumours had stretched their deadly tentacles in his cells and had incapacitated him -… Continue reading Life Is Strong.
He loved and married a charming but promiscuous woman. She had promised to clean up before the knots but had broken her promise ten times in three years . He couldn’t break away, he couldn’t break free from her hold, she had a charm about her, disarming and bone crushing charm. A week ago, she… Continue reading Maimed
I felt something coming up my throat. It brought a very unpleasant feeling. I tried to resist the urge to spew but it came all the way up to my mouth. I ran, to the bathroom adjacent to my room before it reached my clenched teeth, put my face in the basin and threw it… Continue reading Baby Merchants:- Keeping Secrets
He seems to be doing something in the basement lately. He’s down there all the time. He doesn’t want me to see what he is doing. He beat me again today. I’m scared.
Jessica closed the diary. Held it to her chest. She felt for the first time in a long time she had a friend. A friend who understood her.
I’m home! She heard from upstairs. She ran up. She’d better not keep him waiting.
Where’s my food? He said. He seemed angry. Smelled of liquor.
Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I haven’t had the time! She said, trying to explain.
Hadn’t had the time? He looked at her with a sceptical look. I bet you haven’t, you fucking whore… He turned the TV on, sat down at the table. What are you waiting for?
She hadn’t been out of the house for months, he didn’t let her. He…
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