the ugly writers

Silvia

Eventually, the scratching and pounding ceased. She waited for a few seconds in case of a surprise attack, but she heard none. Fear evaporating, she let go of the knob. All the pain and fatigue flooded through her body, making her collapse on the floor which didn’t offer much comfort.
the ugly writers

Late Night Conversation

And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.

A Lost Friend…

I lost a friend of mine at the age of nine. A friend who was as if, carrying my blood. Still now my memories do flood with all the moments, penned down by us. He got lost, because of a…

A Lost Friend…

I lost a friend of mine at the age of nine. A friend who was as if, carrying my blood. Still now my memories do flood with all the moments, penned down by us. He got lost, because of a…

Paper Airplanes

“A cold February night reminds me of you. It’s funny to think that most Februaries I had were humid as hell, but these two Februaries are an exception, not only because they were cold and longing, but because with both I…

Lost

Can we get out of this maze our hearts are intertwined into? Lost in the reverie of you. I don’t know what’s in you that makes me reach out for more. I am lost in these myriads of faces. Something in…