…and the boy cried… (The stories he told…)

  “Fuck off” shouted the guy whose phone call conversation was getting interrupted by the little bugger who was constantly begging for some money. John watched it and walked on towards his flat, thinking about what has happened in the past 2 hours. He had skipped a movie to do his share of ‘good work’ [...]

The stories he told…

  It’s strange that at times writers run out of thoughts and ideas in spite of the very best events that are going around them. I had also been facing the similar issues lately in the presence of the several topics like Gaddafi, Egypt, a new super awesome girl-friend, a friend who wants to be a writer but every [...]