Love

You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (c)boringbug

Clutches of Life

She timely escaped from the clutches of life. Twenty years later, they still wonder, was it depression or the will that gave in. (c) boringbug

The Man In A Portrait

It was a bright day in April, the clocks were striking noon. The dark figure swiftly made his way through the narrow alley in an effort to escape the summer wind. Slipping through the wooden doors of an old dilapidated mansion behind, he entered along with a swirl of gritty dust. The mansion hallway smelled of…

The Lady

“Is Lady Irwin here?” asked Rahul, panting heavily as he knocked on the door of Mr and Mrs Irwin. “The Lady will be downstairs in a minute” replied a sturdy looking man with a dark moustache and a heavy accent. “He must be in his late 40s, probably a military veteran” thought Rahul as he…