Favorite Crime: My favorite liar

I remember being the age when I could barely reach up to push the ninth-floor button of the elevator to my apartment, and only if I tip-toed and stretched my arm to the fullest. I remember that just around this age, I lied to my mother. I don’t quite recall what the lie was about…

Favorite Crime: August

The way a song near-perfectly encapsulates the exact sentiment or experience you’re going through at a moment in time. The way a song takes your heart and warmly cradles it, comforting you, while simultaneously breaking it apart, obliterating you. For me, that song was August by Taylor Swift. The parallels were unsettling and uncanny –…

Favorite Crime: Better

*Disclaimer: A toxic portrayal of love All the things I did, just so I could call you mine. At the end, it all boiled down to actions he could not take back. The severed friendships, the late night shouting matches with his mother, the mountain of debt accumulating in his bank account. There were other…

Favorite Crime: Almost

“If my heart can ever open again, there would be space for the two of us. Maybe in another universe we could’ve wished upon all the shooting stars. Maybe the skies would’ve been as iridescent as your eyes, reflecting away all the worry in the world but refracting my image. Maybe we could’ve had a…

Favorite Crime: 5 Stages of Grief

They say there are five stages of grief.  Stage 1: Denial  I’m okay.  No, I’m not  I don’t miss you.  I miss you so much that the mere mention of your name renders me powerless Why did it have to be you? I don’t know.  There are so many things that, deep in my heart…

Favorite Crime: It’ll Be Okay

A short story inspired heavily by Shawn Mendes’s It’ll Be Okay. Are we gonna make it? The thought ran wildly through my mind. A slow decay, that’s the reality of us. Yes, life happens and it occasionally gets in the way. But I sensed it began with fewer texts, fewer calls, less of everything that…

April Thematic Month: Favorite Crime (Open to Submissions!)

“We need to talk. Look, it’s not you, it’s me…”  “Maybe we should take a break.”  “I love you… but…”  We’ve all been there. We’ve all heard the million and one iterations of this message. No matter how nicely they put it or how much they attempt to soften the blow by “wanting to stay…