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The Horror of Waiting for the Text.

When I had to text you, I used to be scared; I had the habit of checking the message box continuously until the reply popped up. A whole series of unwanted drama took place in my head. When I couldn’t find your text, I used to get stressed. I kept checking my...

Nights like these: One

Unruffled wind blew outside her house while she crawled into the nearest couch and curled up into a blanket. She wouldn’t move for seconds and then just make herself a cup of coffee. Then she would sit facing the window, bending her leg like the rules. The windy...

Widower

  Empty tears wail, Through those broken walls. She calls out for her better half, To remind her of things she forgot. A widower she is now Looking at her hands and sides Missing that wrinkled hand held her tight. Festive knocks but children don't. She lets out a cry...