The rain drops fell..She savored the smell..The bubbles toppled down in an ire..Her hazel eyes glowed with fire..A teardrop tracked its way down..The drizzle veiled her pain..She gazed at the downpour..Her wounds rested...

One Summer Night. A man named Henry Armstrong had been buried but he was not dead. Two medical students were looking for a corpse to dissect. The caretaker of the graveyard named Jess had a side job of selling...

When i wake up in the morning, everything is banausic, getting ready, going to tuitions, then office and so on.. And in the night when i am all set to sleep, that’s when my head starts to work up. I do not think...

As we grow up everyday, we realise that words are not just words, they mean something and they mean what you decide they should, for u. I’ve come to know that many-a-times we say things we truly mean at that...