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…

May Thematic Month: Hello Future (Open to Submissions!)

The process of homeostasis in the body is a self-regulatory process that ensures all our bodily functions maintain stability while we adjust to any changes in our external environment. Without this regulation, our bodies would shut down and perish.  It is in our very nature, threaded into our very DNA that we, as humans, are…

Butterfly Effect: Phantom Limb

“You don’t want a sibling. They’re tedious, annoy the shit out of you and honestly if they’re younger than you, you might just end up taking care of them instead of your parents.”  A lot of people have told me how fortunate I am, having been born the only child, allowing myself to be the…

Butterfly Effect: Wasted Time

When I look back upon the expansive yet monotonous yore of the past twenty years of my life, the sentiment that I feel the strongest isn’t necessarily regret. I did the best with what I had at the time, that’s the mantra I’ve been trying to incessantly memorize. However, what is life but a yawning…

Butterfly Effect: The Road Taken Looks Real Good Now

I love the idea of filmmaking and storytelling. Always have, and probably always will. I love the way ideas, visions, dreams, come to life on the screen. The nuances in how emotion, setting, and ambience is portrayed in film. It’s something I could talk about for hours. And so naturally, when it came time for…

Butterfly Effect: Missing Signal(s)

What does it mean when someone texts you first?  Is it out of necessity because of work?  Is it out of boredom?  Is it the burning curiosity you have of someone else?  And what is the appropriate reaction anyway?  Do we reply politely? Do we leave them on read? Do we block and archive them…

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…

Butterfly Effect: Tiny Monkey and the What Ifs

The old Tree knew. She knew all that happened in the land, and she watched as the Tiny Monkey sat in the arms of her boughs and dreamt of many worlds. The Tree kept silent, though she knew a Secret that would help Tiny Monkey reach those worlds. It was not her place, not the…

Butterfly Effect: Words Between Silence

Words rarely come easy to me.  Which is ironic considering how I identify myself as a writer. Yet, a wall sits between my heart and tongue. The whole concept of saying what I feel is foreign to me. Sure, I am aware that certain things make me feel a certain way – sometimes my heart…

Butterfly Effect: Open to Submissions!

The term “Butterfly Effect” was coined by Edward Lorenz in the 1960s who, based on chaos theory, suggested that something as miniscule as the flapping of a butterfly’s wings as it takes off into sweet, spring air could cause minute changes in the Earth’s air pressure, a chain reaction, a torrential falling of dominos that…