Devi

The Labor Room was in a state of restless silence. Heavy, grey clouds were gathering outside and a cool breeze was blowing, promising relief from the sweltering October heat. Yet, the interns and residents on duty were on edge. When things got this quiet, it was always either followed or preceded a storm - and no storm had struck yet.

At around 3 am, the Registrar, Priyanka, roused herself from her nap on the table and started her round. There were only 3 patients currently in labor, all in the latent phase – meaning that it would be quite a while before they actually delivered. Having taken care of their paperwork and blood-work, both interns on duty were enjoying a rare few hours of sleep during their 12 hour night shift. Luck had run out for one of them though.

Dark Romance

He turned off the lights and sat in the darkest corner of the room, laptop in hand. He plugged his headphones in and took a final glance at his phone before commencing his ritual. The first notes of Lateralus completed his cocoon, cutting him off from the world. All that existed in his universe was the empty screen staring at him and the haunting tune of the electric guitar. He lay his fingers on the keyboard, closed his eyes, took a breath and opened them again.

Cliché

Do not buy her
Rings and roses;
For she will fall
For them, not you.

The Waltz

A step ahead,
A step behind,
Your hand in mine,
We waltz to time.

Turquoise Transcendence

The sand crunched in protest under his feet as he walked. The sun beat cruelly on his brow, calling forth new beads of sweat to replace those rolling down his cheeks and into his shirt. The dry wind smothered his clean shaved face with a veritable tempest of dust and sand that precipitated on the sweat, serving to dull and age the man’s visage.