Cosmic. I visited a dead city once. It had no roads, no shelters, no bodies. There were only broken walls, shattered roads, and souls - an aftermath of war. I believe that after our final lesson of letting go of life, the souls learn how to stay and so among these ruins, they kick back, … Continue reading Cosmic.
"Everybody knows that the war is over. Everybody knows that the good guys lost." - Sigrid Day one. She felt the walls around her collapse, her eyes refused to dry, her lips could not stop quivering, and she was unable to move. So, she sat on the floor, her back against the bathroom door and … Continue reading The war has ended.
This is Submission THREE of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Dark Chocolate Bittersweet. Addictive. The smell makes you want more of it, but people can die from its over-dose. Melts in your mouth and becomes a part of you. Inseparable. Dark things … Continue reading Whiskey Words: Project (3)
"I'll make up for all the years I was supposed to be kissing you." - Leo Christopher The first time I kissed her, I lit up like a Christmas tree. Heat rushed to my cheeks, my cold hands warmed up, and I had goosebumps anyway. Right before we kissed, I spent quite some time looking … Continue reading Kisses and cravings.