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I looked at the pills in my shivering hands. Everything I had worked for, everything I had achieved, now burnt down to the twelve pills that would decide my fate. I looked up and saw a woman in the mirror. A woman with perfect makeup, expensive weave-on that fell down loosely in waves, a shiny silver necklace, an emotionless face and cold, calculating eyes. I blinked, she also blinked.
Leah gave a start as the shrill sound of her phone cut into the air, interrupting the book she was trying to read and breaking her concentration. It was her boyfriend, Tobi. She involuntarily let out a smile as her initial feeling of
“I'm pregnant,” she blurted. “What! It couldn't have happened,” he exclaimed. “It could. I can't believe I was this careless,” she said. The shock on his face was terrible; he cursed and hit his fist on the wall. “My wife should
I sat on my old foam in the single room apartment where I stayed, listening to her tale of woes. It has been a quiet evening until she came. She sat opposite me on the only chair in my room with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were swollen and redder than blood, dark circles were round
What would it feel like being a boy a day Sometimes I sit and wonder what it would feel like waking up as a boy, and looking so convincing that none would doubt me. I wonder how I would feel like waking up to see that my breasts has been replaced with a
Two birds were sitting on a tall tree While I sat beneath, And when I looked up— Behold! They replicate the beauty of the night and the morn, And so I wished I was a beautiful bird, A lovely apparition, just like I said, And when the breeze blew, I went away I, a sweet slumber … The twilights so fair, That was all I could remember, And when...
I was a boy, I was fifteen, I liked toys. Ceramic, delicate, breakable, pretty. I liked to play god with them. I would arrange them, in colors and sizes, at the edge of the table, shake the table and watch them cascade. The feeling was beautiful. I talked to them sometimes. I warned them. They should
My favorite things were three—flowers, green leaves turned yellow by autumn, and travelling. Once, I saw a dead man in front of my school, somehow I found it interesting. I squatted on the floor playing with his chest and face till people saw us and began to shout. I didn't cry or shudder.