21st Century New York Spectrum The name of the nightclub was written in bold neon letters outlined by pink lights, while bright- yellow bulbs bordered the giant board carrying the sign of the club. The exterior of club was brightly illuminated, opposed to the dark and moonless sky. The stars in the night sky blink on several occasions to look over the empty streets from behind the clouds. Where the rest of the town was asleep, Spectrum was still up and full of life. It was a perfect hub for entertainment and bar. An array of bouncers stood guarding the front entrance and looked over the long line of club-goers, which wasn’t showing any sign of abating. The place was famous and safe as compared to the other entertainment venues of the neighborhood. Guests were wearing their best and to pass the time were conversing while waiting for their chance to step inside because the place was already packed and didn’t have room for more. After some five minutes, when the horde of drunken tee

21st Century New York Silence That is what greeted her when she first entered Williams Mansion after spending a rough night at Millers. Her brown eyes were busy checking the surroundings. For someone who vowed to stop caring, Lauren arrived at her house feeling nervous. When Stefan announced the news of a charity event, it knocked the air out of her lungs. The sudden revelation pushed her under the bus. That was not part of her plan. She was supposed to take a break, lay low, and watch some television marathons to pass the time and distract herself from the situation at hand. But no, the wise Stefan had to invite her over a function, and she lacked the guts to refuse. Perfect Instead of grabbing an ice cream and warming her eyes by watching sexy Turkish actors, she had to hunt a bloody dress. A scoff escaped her lips as she closed the front door and made a beeline towards her room, only to be stopped by Nancy. Of all the people, Lauren wasn’t ready to have a closure with Nancy

Have you ever felt it? This feeling where your otherwise creative mind turns numb as if a pair of hands are holding it in a tight grip disabling it from running the actual thought process. You feel stuck and slowly start to realize how the reins of your life are in someone else’s hands. That you’ve become a puppet to dance on someone else’s desire and had no control over your own life or actions. You conclude that you’ve stopped living for yourself a long ago and enjoying the things that once made you smile. The heart which used to skip beats with the joyous rhythm of the music was now only throbbing, indicating that you are still alive. Still, breathing. The shelter that once provided you protection has now turned into a structure of bricks and walls telling how little you hold in life. Lauren felt the same as she stared at the two men looking at her and her supposed future husband expectantly. Her blank eyes looked at their once-handsome faces and the bile raised her chest. They di

Fear An emotion that rests in our conscious mind all the time but only acts when the darkness is perceived instead of the light at the end of the tunnel. It comes forward when the walls start to close and the dreams that once were fabricated with hope- shatters. It thrives in the heart that loses faith. It fills the lungs that no more desire to breathe and shows the sign of surrender. It glides on the spines that are hesitant to collide with the storms. It gawks through the eyes that have seen horrors of doomsday. It freezes the courage when the thought of losing too much looms over the head, when the flash of those faces, around which your world revolves, appears on the dark side. The two women resting on the stiff benches of the renowned hospital were going through those terrors. Their eyes didn’t stop tearing since the moment they were called about the dreadful news. The monotonous voice of a shocked nurse when reached their ears, they collapsed like some old dam and weakly rush

The Ambaram “Welcome home, Lord Arnold.” Her whisper sent shivers down his spine and he gulps, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants. Diam huffs in irritation. He never liked this female as she can capture the master’s attention easily where he has to take so many measures to achieve his one pat. He stubbornly stomps his right foreleg on the ground and gazes at the newly formed pattern of soil. Arnold notes her every moment like a hawk. The sway of her hips made his stomach somersault. Her teasing was the last thing on his mind when he has to explain the chieftain of an important matter. “Laila, how have you been?” he asked while tipping his head in greeting and she feigned sadness before cutting the distance between them and standing by his side. Her soft and beautiful hands crawl on his knee and trail a path on his thigh. “I have been miserable without you, Arnold, and was looking for your return.” She whispers, lowering her gaze on his boot-clad foot and he leans a littl