Burning. She was burning, tongues of white-hot flame licking up her sides, scorching her to her core, devouring her with an eternal hunger. She screamed as they surrounded her, branded her, eviscerated her, her entire being reduced to dust and ashes. . صحراء . Her first sensation was the roughness…

It’s hard to watch someone you love dying when you can’t even go near to comfort them. I watched her struggle to take air in, disease crippling her lungs, her systems failing with old age. …

A story — A stray raindrop, late by virtue of clinging on to the edge of a roof, falls on the back of my neck. I shiver as it squelches down my spine. I don’t do anything to stop it. Unconsciously, my feet shuffle, wanting the smoke filled haze of our room, the…

It only took one moment.. — “No way, you don’t like mustard?” she laughs, while I wrinkle my nose in what I hope comes out as elegant distaste. I catch a glimpse of myself in the side mirror. No, I just look like a pig. Abandoning that effort, I speak huffily instead. “It tastes like someone…

A story — The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was a brilliant yellow dandelion. Sitting in a vase on the windowsill next to his bed, the flower swayed in the breeze, a golden lullaby soothing him to sleep on a night blissfully quiet. …

A story — “What are you waiting for? Finish it. Finish it!” Raya looked into his eyes for an endless moment. “FINISH IT!” She woke up drenched in sweat, chest heaving, and breaths coming in short gasps. It was the same dream every night, and her sleep was suffering as a result. Raya…

A story — Four sons and a father dying of sickness with only a few years left. On his deathbed, he gave them each a task to fulfill before he was gone. Each a task that would prove their worth as sons, as princes, as heirs. Each would fulfill the task in order…

A story — Ah, Valentine’s Day. The day where my friends are, no doubt, spending their money either on condoms or tissues. Likely the latter. We’re a sad bunch. I sigh, looking up at the ceiling with its many cobwebs, noticing that somehow even the lone spider seemed to have found a date…

Maybe living forever is worth it — It had been many years since Abe had felt any spark of interest in….anything. He supposed that was a consequence of living as long as he did. …