Tag: creative writing


The day we broke up, the dying Sun was a blackish crimson like the color of menstrual blood. The only sounds heard were the incessant cawing of crows that sounded like the noises a lunatic in unendurable, emotional throes makes. There was a slight drizzle, but it wasn’t like the soft healing rain that people…

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The patchwork man

There’s a threadbare, patchwork carpet in this motel room reeking of stale cigarettes where I spend my days. I stare at its once lurid details now aged and coated with dust. I’m naked and lying on crumpled sheets next to a girl I picked up at a greasy spoon. The patchwork fascinates me in so…

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Same old, same old

So, Nitin, I see that you’ve deleted your blog again. What possesses you time and again to land on the obsidian shore of madness where the sky is sickly green, and the air is pungent? Actually, don’t answer that, because if you even attempt to, you’ll once again play a discordant chord in your mind…

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