So I have these moments, where sometimes, all of a sudden, I will have this itch and this immediate need to write. To empty out all the short stories I have in my mind onto a piece of paper…as if my brain was sick of having all these words churned inside it and had to immediately vomit it out.

It happens at the most random of times. Though those frenzy need to pour out everything that is me onto a piece of paper usually never last really long. Which is why I usually end up with all of these chopped up stories that has no beginning nor ending. Continue reading Short Stories : What Do I Do With This Random Burst of Inspiration?

 “Curiosity really did kill the cat, 

do you not think so?”

The door opened and a man entered the room. He donned a three day stubble and a neat pressed suit, the kind you only see on high priced lawyers and gangsters. He took in the room with a single sweep, before settling those set of eyes on me. He stared at me with piercing grey eyes and quietly closed the door behind him.

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