Philosophycal Stories

This poem reflects a small fragment of attachment. It was the feeling I felt after I left school.The classmates I never liked seem dearer. I miss them. Their thoughts li...

The sound of an elevator echoed throughout the corridor. Who could be coming this late? The rain pounded against the windows. The elevator opened and loud heavy steps st...

One morning Ryan was greeted with an unusual world. Everything was silent, and, for an unknown reason, gone. While trying to make sense of the world around him, riddles...