Friendship
Before and After
The coffee cup fell at exactly 9:47 AM on a Tuesday. I know this because I was staring at the digital clock on my computer screen, counting down the minutes until my performance review with Mr. Henderson. My hands were trembling—not from caffeine, but from the speech I'd been rehearsing for weeks. Today was the day I would finally ask for the promotion I deserved, the raise that would let me move out of my studio apartment, maybe even start that photography side business I'd been dreaming about since college.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Poets
When the Sky Whispered My Name. AI-Generated.
I. The Night That Would Not Sleep That night, the moon bent low. It hung like an old companion leaning closer, as if to hear the weight of my sighs. I had been awake for hours, but it was not coffee or noise that kept me from sleep — it was my own heart, tugging at me like a child too restless to rest.
By Kaleem Ullah6 months ago in Poets
