I had become heartless. Detached from all emotions. Living life like an unfinished puzzle, a small part of me missing. Lost. Never to be found again. And then she came along with all her smiles and laughter and cheerfulness. She helped fix me up. Slowly, but surely, I found my way back. And she taught me to live again. Cover Credit : @xHemmingshugsx Highest Ranking : #2 in Short Story, 16th May 2016

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗲𝗱 is a collection of 54 haikus that captures the beautiful, painful, and healing journey of an almost love story. It's for anyone who has ever had to mend a heart that almost had it all. ••• 101224 - 101924

In Toronto, Erik is creating a ground-breaking "sound garden" that will allow hearing and deaf people to experience sound through a variety of sensory experiences. He hires Aria to compose a musical piece to accompany his art. They become deeply attracted to one another as they collaborate closely.

Love and Heartbreak are the two sides of the same coin. While love brings happiness in our life, heartbreak feels like a wound that takes time to heal. This is the story of Alisha dealing with her heartbreak when Neil, her ex- boyfriend broke up with her after three years of relationship.

I wake up convinced today is the day everything breaks. The letter is still on my desk. Heavy paper. Official seal. The kind of envelope that changes your life just by existing. In it, proof that I finally figured things out. The right choices. The right timing. The right version of myself. Outside, the city hums differently. Brighter. Kinder. Even the coffee tastes like it approves of me. At work, people listen when I speak. Not politely. Actually listen. My ideas land. Doors open. I feel taller somehow, like confidence added inches to my spine. By afternoon, the letter has done its magic. Every fear I carried yesterday seems embarrassed to still be here. I make promises. I say yes to things I usually avoid. I imagine a future that feels... manageable. Then the cracks start. The clock won't move past 11:11. My reflection blinks when I don't. The letter's words rearrange themselves when I look away. I tell myself not to panic. This is success. This is growth. This is what it's supposed to feel like. The alarm goes off. I jolt upright in bed, heart racing, hands empty. No letter. No seal. Just my phone buzzing with a notification I forgot to answer yesterday. The room is quiet. Ordinary. Slightly disappointing. For a moment, I lie there grieving the version of me who had it all figured out. Then something strange happens. I still feel different. The fear hasn't rushed back like it usually does. The confidence didn't evaporate with the dream. It lingers, awkward but real, like a guest who decided to stay. I realize the dream didn't give me answers. It gave me practice. I get out of bed. The day waits. This time, I show up awake. Because even if it was all a dream, the way I felt didn't have to be.

Woman

I Miss You

I'll Always Think Of Us

Cherish Your Friends And Loved Ones

I used to think of Hailey often. I doubt she did the same. It was always onesided. She liked men who were not good for her. She didn't like me. I would've treated her better.