Story: Pencil Shavings

That day, when I sat next to you, you fidgeted in your seat, ashamed to share your space with a girl like me. You didn't think I noticed when you rolled your eyes, looking exasperate, at the leggy birdbrain across the class. One look at my braces and glasses, and you trashed your pencil … Continue reading Story: Pencil Shavings

Poetry: Prayers Late at Night

We call him Over and over again, Sitting next to the phone, Waiting And praying, And crying, And praying again; That he had reached home safe And fallen deep asleep; Or switched off his phone After our fight last night; Or run away With the guy His father is so against. Anything's better than What … Continue reading Poetry: Prayers Late at Night