When it was lunchtime, Jonas got in the line of food. The prison was high-security and his eyes kept darting to the corners of the walls, trying to pick up cameras and how the guards were positioned. Most of them held tasers in their hands, so that meant they either believed that tasers were good Read more…

*Ten years later* “Jonas… Jonas!!” A woman’s voice called out and a tall boy poked his head out of the car he had been working on. “Yes, mom?” “Lunch is ready and I’m starving, so hurry up!” Jonas dusted the dirt and soot off his hands. He was dressed in unclean overalls, his heterochromatic eyes Read more…

The waiting area was eerily silent except for the labored breathing of some aged folks sitting anxiously on the uncomfortable chairs. The small space was cramped with desperate people who wanted to get done with it as soon as possible. While everyone kept glancing around, tapping their feet on the smooth, polished floor, a little Read more…

The wall clock made its presence felt with its relentless tick-tock, the only sound apart from the gentle whirring of the Xerox machines and the coffee machine that were being operated by Akash. He was working late in the office. It was 2 A.M. already, and he needed to get that presentation ready for the Read more…

“Riya, honey, let’s hurry. You don’t want to be late for school, do you?” Riya’s mother warned her fourteen-year-old daughter and hurried to retrieve her school bag and water bottle from the dining table. Riya gobbled the last bit of toast and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Coming, mom” She hurried Read more…

“Get up, you horse,” said Kian, thrusting a soft pillow on my head. I groaned and pulled the blanket up above my head to block out his voice. It was obviously in vain. Kian was anything but a quitter. He would never take no for an answer. He, for one, knew how to take advantage Read more…

‘Good morning, it’s a new day…’ rang the alarm sitting on Martha’s beside table at six in the morning. She waved her hands in the air before reaching for the outdated alarm and dismissing it. She then slowly got up before retrieving her glasses from the bedside table. Martha was in her late fifties. Her Read more…

It was a lousy Sunday, and I had no plans of leaving my cozy bed. Over the last month, I had worked very hard, presenting and perfecting my sales pitch to win over the new client. I am an introvert, and talking to others does not come easy to me. That said, I have always Read more…