Light spilled into the darkness as a little girl opened the package, a smile breaking through her face like she had just found treasure. She picked me up and gazed at me warmly.… Read More From the Paper Crane
She glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall. Some abstracts and some landscapes. It was a pleasant sight! When Henry… Read More The Blotted Truth
The woman in the reflection was unknown to her, a stranger. The figure sat poised and proper at the cherry wood vanity. … Read More It Was She
Martha, A short story by Daisy Davis.
There once lived a little girl named Martha in a beautiful village, ‘Oli. She was eight years old and new to the place. … Read More Martha
She was tired. Too tired to even stand. She kept shifting her body weight on both legs alternatively in repeat. She was waiting for her everyday M10C bus to reach home soon so that she could pick her daughter from her friend’s birthday party. But, to her bad luck, she couldn’t spot her bus. Cursing, the timing, she stood there in the bus stand restlessly. The clouds were black and she couldn’t see the moon either. She was worried if rains could delay her from reaching home on time. Praying to weather gods, she checked the time. The bus was 6 minutes later than usual.… Read More What is Self-Love, My Love?