Halfway To Asphodel

If you don't speak, you're Halfway To Asphodel already.

Creative Writing, Essays and Poetry.

Second Time Around

Chauhan's writes a story about love - lost and found.

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people, Maybe we are not meant to be, Maybe we are satellites, Maybe we are the unlucky ones, May...

I sit, engrossed in my work, staring at the laptop screen. Time seemed to dawdle past me, while in reality, it was gushing past me quicke...

Somewhere far far away, beyond the realm of allure and distaste, exists a small bench. I will meet you there, to wipe away the clouds of ...

I sit on the bench, smiling into my phone screen, scrolling and reading the words I’ve already read millions of times before. I scroll up...

The salty breeze parted my hair. The night sky was pitch black and had specks of white which seemed to be stars. The waves hit the rocks w...

I thoroughly believe the mire, That the moon and the stars are lies. They are nothing but rocks and fire, Pretty from afar, set only to a...

I closed everything on my phone and looked out of the window. The sun was just about to rise, and so was a new dawn in my life. We had ex...

“I’m – I’m not the same person that I was five years ago,” she said. I looked at her. There was the same set of dark brown eyes; her beau...

The room was a mess. The curtains were askew along the windows, the cushions were lying helter skelter. The table was full of empty food ...