By Terveen Gill I’m the one who comes drunk to the party. But I never leave drunk. Why? Because I usually pass out midway. Yes, embarrassing. I doubt it’ll be any different today. Still at home, I’m four drinks down, the fifth almost done, the sixth is coming with me. My driver honks furiously. I… Leer más Cheers to Me!
By Terveen Gill The dark glasses and the invisible cloak of ‘stay away from me’. We all wore them in some way or the other when we first entered this white-walled hall. It was a cleansing ground. A place for gradually dismissing the burdens we carried – whiten those blackened souls. Some did it better… Leer más I Don’t Know What it’s like to be You
Hold on. I can’t find my glasses.’ I was blind without them. ‘You’re dead. You don’t need them.’ He had a point. But I was so used to wearing them. Felt naked without them. ‘You’re already naked.’ He could read my thoughts. That was discomforting. But he was the Grim Reaper, the transporter of souls.… Leer más Hell is a Typo By Terveen Gill
By Terveen Gill ‘Sara darling. Are you happy? Please tell me.’ Max reached for his wife’s hand. Sara gazed out the window, Max’s touch brought her nothing. No warmth. Not a shred of comfort. She could hardly feel the man’s hand upon her cold skin. The view outside was overwhelming. It had always been her… Leer más Are You Happy? Please Tell Me
DOCTOR: So…Mr. Kumar. What’s bothering you today? KUMAR: Well…I didn’t get proper parking outside. DOCTOR: Pardon? KUMAR: Oh! And my mother-in-law is visiting. DOCTOR: What are you saying? KUMAR: I know! She’s such a proper pain. DOCTOR: Mr. Kumar, I’m talking about your medical problem. KUMAR: Ohhh! So sorry. I got confused. Well…I feel some… Leer más Doctor Why-me and the Patient of Gloom by Terveen Gill
SLAM! It was the tenth door of the day, shut rudely in his face. Morgan looked at his wristwatch and it was only quarter to twelve. Lunch wasn’t till one-thirty and there were many doors to knock on till then and after. Sigh…ehh…ehhh…Ehhhh… The man couldn’t even sigh right. The air tickled his throat, and… Leer más Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches by Terveen Gill
A girl is troubled. She has always been. She will always be. For every reason that can be proven. The trouble is inside her and all around her. She appears to be nominated for the title ‘Troubled for Life’ by God Almighty. Her parents’ troubled marriage, her own troublesome health, her younger brother’s compulsion of… Leer más Trouble Will Always Remain by Terveen Gill
She was a hopeless daydreamer. The kinds who could stare into space and build a palace from nothing. Imagining herself somewhere better, adding worth to her below average character, visualizing the man who would fight the world to gain her. ‘Hilda! Are you crazy?! Seriously?!’ The biting words brought her back to the corner of… Leer más He Would Come from the Waters by Terveen Gill
Ten fingers, ten toes, twenty reasons to avoid his gaze. I counted them with care, assuming he would tire and leave me to my eccentricities. But he waited, a wolfish greed gleaming in his eyes, marking its territory upon me. I was nothing yet everything, another half-pretty face cast away in an ocean of faces,… Leer más Those Unforgiving Eyes by Terveen Gill
She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay there. I wish to drown in their peaceful depths. Her nose, not too sharp or round, divides… Leer más My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill
SuperWriter is here to save you readers from some dark, dismal, and inappropriate writing. I know you’ve been suffering, and your cries for help have gone unanswered. The kingdom of readers has been under attack since the ‘dawn of writing’ cast its first light. What started out as an initiative to entertain, inform, and educate gradually turned into… Leer más It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s SuperWriter!
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By Terveen Gill It was one of those gaming arcades where the noise and psychedelic lights could induce a seizure. The games were mediocre and the prizes more rubbish than ever. But Bob had promised his wife that he’d chaperone five ten-year-old girls to the place for his daughter’s birthday. Though he could have made… Leer más When Luck Runs Out on an iPhone
He didn’t look like a man who had just killed his family. Three shots fired. Two people dead. His wife and his daughter. One bullet to the brain, two to the heart. Both had died instantly. There was no fourth bullet. He had had no intention of killing himself. This wasn’t a murder cum attempted… Leer más I Need Some Hand Lotion by Terveen Gill
By Terveen Gill Quiet can never be calm. That’s equivalent to calling a fool a saint. The apparent lack of intellect isn’t a sign of holiness. Quiet is the absence of sound, the deficiency of noise, silencing the exterior din so that the inner chaos can be placated. Have you ever heard of the quiet… Leer más Beware of the Quiet
Corners attract me. It’s been like this since I was five. Being punished became my sole motive in life. Bad boy! Go stand in the corner! The first time I cried, but soon realized that corners are much more than they are made out to be. There’s a peace in that tiny space. It’s also… Leer más I’m Just a Corner Guy by Terveen Gill
By Terveen Gill There she comes! Get out of her way! Look at those shoes and that floral jumpsuit. They say she’s never ridden a roller coaster without it. She approaches the line twirling her hair, people part like the sea that obeyed Moses. Her name’s Susan and she knows where she’s going. Right to… Leer más Roller Coaster Susan
By Terveen Gill You know that you want me. Right from the time you heard what I had to say. Let me recall your words. Exciting. Impressive. Damn hot! I would’ve articulated it much better but that’s what makes me more attractive than others. Not a dull moment when I’m around. I’m the heart of… Leer más Call Me Sexy or What You Want
By Terveen Gill A picture says a thousand words. I refuse to believe that horrid idiom. My picture says only one: ugly. Looks aren’t the problem here. I’m quite handsome for a man with thirty-two years behind him. Black hair, a full head by the way, brown eyes, dreamy some say, straight nose, strong jawline,… Leer más No Photographs Please
Tutu licked his index finger twice, not just the tip but the entire length of it. He then pressed it down on the paper and turned the page of the newspaper. His eyes barely read the words, but his tongue clicked its disapproval. Tchh! Tchh! That was the sound it made. More than a few… Leer más A Dying Newspaper Promise by Terveen Gill
Gobblers & Masticadores 