His joke set her ablaze. She laughed her heart out, her eyes fixed on his charming face and her soft hands caressing his cheek. Her uncontrollable laughter turned into a cough and it stopped when she saw blood being sprayed on the floor from her mouth. She was given 3 months.

From the black spherical room of his, Zed saw civilizations discovered, the moon conquered, words carried through air, health cures magically made all in a few years. He could see travel through solids, structures of vapour, artificially made human blood all in a few years. And yet science called his black spherical eyes blind.

The room is ready for baby Ashley’s arrival. Brightly decorated and completely adorned. Her cries in the delivery room announced her arrival. Anne eagerly looked for Dale and went ahead of the doctors to break the news of their baby’s arrival. She found him in the hospital chapel crying miserably and uncontrollably with her parents.

Their lips locked. Full and tender lips, he thought. He could sense her heartbeats on his chest and fingers rolling over his hair. Placing his hands on her waist, 32 maybe, he thought. He moved his palm upwards from waistline. Is it fast, he thought and then slowed? She broke her kiss.

She said, “Fast”

It was a crazy moment. I never realized things would get so serious. The last minute talk did not help. I did the ‘right’ thing before it was too late.

I had learnt to live sans you.

Now its you again. But I can’t do it anymore. My love is dead - like my unborn baby.

He was holding her face in his hands looking directly into her eyes which were shinning like diamonds in water, and then he said “I Love You”.

With her heart filled with happiness and little shy she replied “Me to”.

He took her face very close to his…

“Sam” wake up dreamer its lunch time.

I’m sitting in the midst of many people, yet I’m alone – dreadfully alone. He means the world to me. He doesn’t have much longer now.

He whispers softly “Be strong, I know you can do it. I’ll always love you”.

I’ve learned from him, and because of him, I can speak these words.. I’m gay.

Yesterday at 11 PM Moscow Time I stopped accepting submissions for 55 Fiction Contest. The last 2 I received just 2 minutes before 11. During these 10 days I have received 40 entries from 33 authors. And it is way more than I expected. Initially I was worried that the contest might fail because I won’t get enough entries. I put for myself a number 20 as a number of entries which would make me satisfied if received. But as you can see the end number of entries exceeded all my expectations.

Alice blinked away a deceitful tear and closed her laptop.
An e-mail. Just an e-mail.
She curled up in her bed.
Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out.
It can’t be true, she thought.
But it was. She opened the laptop. Read again.
“…liked your manuscript… ready to discuss…”
It was real. She smiled.

Jenny rolled over and over in her bed, muttering in sleep, moaning and groaning. It lasted for another hour till she finally woke up. It seemed like those few hours of sleep took its toll on her. Her pale face witnessed the agitation she felt. Was it because of the dream she just had or the latest happenings in her life, she could hardly explain. All she knew was that at no cost she wanted to get back to the world of her tumultuous dreams.

She left the bed, put on a dressing-gown and went to the kitchen. She believed the cup of coffee would pick her up and bring her back to senses. But it didn’t happen. Instead, for a few minutes Jenny was lost in thoughts and then burst out laughing.

“One bottle, two bottle, three bottle,” Andy counted examining unfamiliar labels.

“Bottles.” Miley corrected.

“What?”

“Three bottles. Plural,” she explained without looking at him. She just had taken up plurals at school.

She came to that café every day. Three years. Three long years. Thirty-six months. One thousand ninety-five days. Or one thousand ninety-six if she included today. She came there every single day. Be it rain or snow she still came. In joy or sorrow, crying or smiling she would still come. She would come even on doomsday if she had to. Preferably alone. She loved being around people but going to this place was something which belonged to her only. And she would not change it for anything in the …