Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately
To lost love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ‘round.
Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear
Built up like a house of cards.
Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care,
Built to last when things get hard.
Continue reading “[Poetry] A Toast”
“I have never once looked in the mirror
and said, ‘I love you.’
I think it’s long overdue.”
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Mirror Love”
It didn’t take us long to find our compartment aboard the steel gray train.
“I can’t believe we’re traveling across the country by train,” said my best friend. “You were right. We needed to get away from all the stress and just be normal twenty-something-year-olds for a change.”
Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Just Two Normal Twenty-Something-Year-Olds”
Calling all my October Babies!
Two weeks ago, on the 13th, I turned…older. Which meant, I had a brief existential crisis, like I do every year, where I lamented how I have achieved nothing in my 20+ years of life, and then my best friend stepped in to slap sense into me, as a good best friend should.
This year, I asked for a small dinner to celebrate my birthday, no fuss, just good food and great company. So my best friends treated me to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, a sushi & seafood buffet called Mizumi aka A Little Piece of Heaven on Earth. Continue reading “Birthday Dinner At A Little Piece of Heaven”
I’m not selling
it for money
— Elancharan Gunasekaran —
Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Poetry Does Not Sell”
Standing on my toes,
Trying to peek over the counter,
I can barely see.
But I hear the whistle of the kettle
Boiling on the stove,
And the clink of the spoon
Against the mug,
And the shuffle of the cupboards
Open and close.
Continue reading “[Poetry] Hot Chocolate”
She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want”
Was it I who threw the deafening blow?
Fingers clasped around the brick,
Horrified gasps leaving my lips—
That is a secret only we three know.
Or was it I who, surviving hell,
Decided this is the last blood-stained time,
Disgusted with his body in mine—
That is a secret we will never tell. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Murderer”
In loving you
I found myself
I gave up some
Of the old me
To be parts of us
And now we
Are both free
—Gina (Singledust), Sweet Whispers #5—
This week, I’m taking you to Malaysia, the fiery vibrant home where I was born, and the current home of a dear friend here on WordPress. Gina, or as you may know her better from her blog Singledust, and I clicked from the very beginning. It was like our souls recognized each other from opposite sides of the country (as I currently live in NYC), and exclaimed “ah! My friend from a prior lifetime, it seems I’ve found you again!” Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Sweet Whispers”