All I have left are words as compensation

I sucked at writing before, my love, and I still don't write well But now, I've got words inside me so many so many words waiting to be poured out like a waterfall, to be let out from behind an invisible barrier acting as a dam to be said.   We were a crescendo, building… Continue reading All I have left are words as compensation

Chance hearts (Part 7)

(all previous parts are posted on my blog. Recommended to read them first) Quill You know what happens when you get arrested and put into jail? You keep believing that nothing will change and that once you get out you could go back to an almost similar life. That is if you have no one… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 7)

Chance Hearts (Part 6)

(All previous parts are on my blog. Recommended to read them first.) Pike My cell mate is sleeping again. He's in for a grand theft or something. He talks about it like he stole from the royal Queen's treasury. I think the guy is warming up to me, he talks more now. I remember when… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 6)

Chance hearts (Part 6)

continued from Chance Hearts (Part 5) Note: The previous five parts were written from the girl's POV, the next few will be from the guy's. From now on I'll toggle between the two.   Years before, when only a few months had passed after Pike and Quill went separate ways.. Pike Apparently the prison officers here… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 6)

Chance Hearts (Part 5)

continued from Chance Hearts (Part 4) Quill That day, I started to live. We exchanged numbers and kept meeting up the next few days and just walked around, getting to know the city which was new to both of us. We also got to know each other's little tics- how he liked walking slightly in the… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 5)

Chance Hearts (Part 4)

Continued from Chance Hearts (Part 3)   I still remember the day when I met him. I was still in the process of recovering and coming back to life. He literally crashed into me when my head was in the clouds, I am so glad my body was on the streets. The corner of 26th street… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 4)

Chance hearts (Part 3)

continued from Chance hearts (Part 2) I've given up. Listened to my brother and moved to London last month. The familiar streets from my childhood surround me. Everyone is moving fast in this big city, like whirlwhinds on the streets, hardly noticing much else other than the road to their next destination. Am I the only… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 3)

Chance hearts (Part 2)

continued from Chance hearts (Part 1) For the first time in 6 years, I spend my summer elsewhere, away from the streets of Dublin where I met you and searched for you. Its warm in Japan today. The tradition of a different country surrounds me, overwhelmes me. Yet, every other minute I hope that you too… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 2)