Looking back, the heroes I once admired on the screen of my TV seem smaller compared to the ONE I see in my own life.
The Autobiography of a Forgotten City
Centuries passed, and I lay forgotten beneath the earth, intact to the ravages of time, waiting for that day when I would be unearthed.
The Fragments of US
Her smile stared back at him, messy pencil lines capturing a warmth no algorithm could strip away. His throat tightened.
A Conversation Across Time
She asked me why I don’t say the things I feel anymore. Why I look like I’m carrying something heavy, but don’t talk about it?
The Hallway of Reflections
The hallway was unlike any place Maya had seen in the school. The floor was a polished stretch of marble, composing a subtle colour palette.