Marium stirs in her sleep drowsily as sweat runs down her forehead and drips past her neck onto the hard ground. Its 41C and she forces her eyes open to check on the newborn baby…
Browsing Category Descriptive Writing
To Wish I Were A Casket
Clenching my eyes shut, I tried focusing on the sound of faded music playing in the background. My eyelashes held captive a wave of emotions that snuck past their guarded barriers and trickled down my…
You Own me
One. Two. Three. Three breaths. A finger pressed against her chapped lips, yet as it travelled past her tongue, it felt as perilous and cold as a gun reaching down her throat. Twisting her fingers…
Beyond The Cracked Edge
Holding back tears, she stumbled into the dark washroom. Her eyes stung and vision blurred as she tried fumbling with the light switch before slumping against the wall and collapsing onto the floor, her bruised cheek…
