Non-fiction

In the present difficult times of pandemic of Coronavirus, I attempted to ponder upon why such a harsh situation may have befallen on all of us and if there is a silver lining to this problem.

This is the second to last part in this series! Hope you enjoy | Mark seems to be getting even stranger day by day...but is he really that bad?

I've never felt a t home but I hope everyone else does. ❤

(My true story) A teen girl befriends the new boy in class thinking they'll be great friends...instead he leaves her wishing they'd never met.

If you can give out one thing, teach others to be strong even in the face of their desire to end their own life.

In the process of losing so much, I gained one biggest thing. I gained clearance. Clearance of thought and sight.

Either you can let your tears take a hold on you or you can fight them back but at the end, you both face defeat because it wasn’t about you two; it was about you resisting that ache.

When you are smitten by someone, you chicken out! No matter how confident you are, but infront of that one person; it’s like - I don’t even know who I am

"Point of view points you to a poignant truth." This poem shrinks down for a lesson in perspective.

I don't know what to write, so I'll just write the events of my life until I get inspiration.

The best part about writing is that - You can, without fear, paint anyone you fancy with your big and small words.

This is a story of my life. Not so short

About my childhood, I spent in small city.

This is what it was like for me, a draftee, and a few I met that died in Vietnam shortly later.

No amount of my words and my description of him will do justice, he is so picturesque. I get entangled so swiftly.

Lia, an ordinary and innocent girl who wishes to be a singer but ends up being dead.

They say love melts the heavy weight, so here I’m waiting for mine to find me.

"When we push something into darkness, when we leave it in the depths of our souls, it inevitably becomes rotten."

The ride through the pain and grief over loss to death is chaotic and dreadful. People leave for a different unreachable world but death lives every day right infront of your eye through their absence

Watch as tragedy sparks the downward spiral of a brilliant young man in New Jersey and New York.

There is no time cap on how long before you will feel normal again after a loss to death.

Poem reflecting on the circle of la life

When you aren’t looking, I stare at your figure.

Getting onto the ice feels amazing,

A story of a Srilankan girl who got into difficulties in the water because of lack of experience

Life isn't always sunshine and daisy's... but it doesn't mean you have to let the darkness consume your life.

A Christmas story about the greatest gift of my childhood.

The world moves around me and I manage to remain in a haze of infatuation, My constant this year.

A series of ups and downs, life is quite the adventure. I always thought the saying was cliche, but came to realize it was very true.

This is who i am.

how my life in school is

Message to self. You are self destructing.

Ever read Julius Ceasar? This is a paper I wrote in the speech at his funeral.

I enlightened your dark meaning...

Family Feels Adamant, Must Inject Loyalty Your way

I fall into a fire and struggle to escape. Burne, I enter an adventure of new experiences.

People see others as perfect but nobody is perfect. You may look happy, rich or someone else but one can't really have it all.

A sonnet written for my found love whom I feel the negatives but he made them all positive

What's so funny? This poem is a playful commentary on our social media obsession.

Which came first?

A WWII veteran that never picked up a gun.

This story is about someone in my life and how she[s grown over the past few years.

I wasn’t alone. I had me. So I cried to my heart’s content.

There is a nice touch to the air around when your eyes gets to settle on the guy you have been crushing over.

Don't think you have so much time in this world.

Words about words? Yes, please! This poem highlights those "simple nimble symbols" that script our lives.

Memories triggered by a recent news story of the dive boat Conception

I kept a decoy thorough life which reminds me of the Alviso of my youth.

Infatuation and love overlaps with driving one to do things which can’t be explained.

This is my first post in shortstories101. This is a poem about a personal experience