The year I met you was the year; Of stagnation of free flowing river, Entrapped without an inch of escape. There was no going back or moving on I remain there, frozen with the time. Waiting for the sun to melt the coldness Of a snow queen dwelling in me. The year I...
“What was that, the trailer of wrong turn?” I asked myself. The merciless slashing of the bodies, the skillful yet swift beheading of men, the floating bodies in angry bloody flood and I was in the isle, injured, at my best to survive. Then I realized it wasn’t a trailer of Wrong Turn...
Only the sound of shoes and heels reverberated despite the queue of people waiting for the visiting hours. Both anxieties and excitements shone in their face. It reads 5:56pm, four minutes to go. People rushed, I directly went to level 3 at ICU section. Uncle greeted me with a weak smile and directed...
