Chants of Failure (a poem)
In the darkness was where she sat. She had nothing to do but stare. Like a music player on loop, The voices would not stop, "Failure!" they mocked her. Her phone was turned off, She knew her exams started 3days ago. Food, her stomach had not seen,
The Untouchables: Death’s Masters (Short story)
A slight tremor accompanied his question. " I said who are you?!". Matter of factly, the intruder stated, "You know me". He was now studying another painting, nodding regularly, as he internalized whatever revelation he was getting. With this oath of sincerity in place, it wasn't long when he had summarized the entirety of his life on two firm truths. One, he knew death. Two, he feared death. How could he not? He had witnessed its supreme power. He was a firm believer- in death.