Short Story
The Walls We Build
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
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The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside
At exactly twelve noon, she was found dead. Sitting all by herself, a fat old cat resting at the foot of her chair; oblivious of
“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday. Not sure if I have to call it
I live by the seasons of death. I transact with the un-living, their stiffened death rattles, as they burn on bright-red embers releasing a spiral
“Why does everything have to be so hard? Like we are just pretending and pretending. I try to be happy like everyone else. Forgive me
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying
It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort
It was a refreshing morning. As always: the morning breeze blew through my opened window, the dust, the scent of wet sand embedded on my
When I’m walking down a beach all by myself, I like to imagine the waves ushering to themselves, flowing back and forth, like a swing.
Jake was forty-two and in the throes of his second nervous breakdown when he arrived at the Gerald Ford airport looking so haggard and strung-out
The thing that scares me about love is that you never know when you’ll fall into it. Your hearts gets attached immediately, but love, darn
“Some memories mean a lot to me, and I hold them close to my heart” Memories are the part and parcel of every one’s
Things to do this summer: Paint all my walls black Get a new journal Put up the abstract paintings See a new therapist Publish
“Oh, take this veil from off my eyes My burning sun will, some day, rise So, what am I gonna be doin’ for a while?”
The rain dripped; drip, drip, drip. The sound distracted me from watching a movie on TV, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, laying on the sofa, in
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at