Half-Full Glasses
Diya looked at Snigdha in a way that she only reserved for her closest friends. It was halfway between a stare and a jab: an accusatory stare that blamed the person concerned for screwing things up royally for one reason…
47 Ragnaroks- Ch 2, Coming Home
"We are really doing this then," Sophie said, putting on a pair of sneakers. "We are going to Asgard." Thor nodded. "Yes, we are. You packed lightly, right?" "Yeah. But we can go shopping later right, in case we need…
Batman: Duel- Ch 2, An Uneasy Truce
2007 Bruce looked evenly at the man in front of him. Was he studying him as well as Bruce was studying him? Perhaps. It was in Scott King's best interest to observe- and understand- his patient intimately. Here, inside this…
Dreamenders- Ch 3, A Piece of Jupiter’s Mind
"You missed this, didn't you?" Leah asked, standing atop Empire State Building, balancing herself on the narrow spire. "Missed what?" Nate asked, floating upside down. His cellphone slipped off his pocket, hitting his chin on the way down. Nate cursed,…
Superman: Man of Tomorrow- 7:03 AM
Wally West did not see this coming. And that's more of a big deal than you think. Because Wally West is one of the fastest people alive. And because he can think faster than most people, he's also one of…
Dragonball LE: Light Eternal- Ch 3, Fighting With his Family
"Whis?" "Yes Lord Beerus?" "This isn't how things were supposed to happen, is it?" Beerus was floating in the middle of nowhere, or at least, that's what it seemed like to him. No planets of repute, and thus no delicacies…
An Ode to Recovery: Words
Words, I am short of; They escape me, frequently, like a tide that’s aimless. I throw them on a wall and they bounce back behind me, Into the pit of darkness that I had built long ago: unnecessarily. Words: they…
An Ode to Recovery: Again
I know this smell all too well The smell of recognition The smell of intimacy The smell of submission The smell of colours The smell of new fantasies The smell of music. You tell me it’s not the same Oh,…
47 Ragnaroks- Ch 1, A Tale as Old as Time
~*~ The Age of the Third Yggdrasil ~*~ Odin dreamed. He dreamed that he was hanging from Yggdrasil, and that he was looking out of one eye. He dreamt that he was cradling the unmoving form of his son Balder,…
An Ode to Recovery: Burn that Bridge, Baby
I haunt that old cafe no more; No longer wait on those figments of mystery that we were. I still wonder if you’re safe and sound, wonder how, knowing you’re so destructive? Once the parcel has been returned to the…
