If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”
An Eid special edition of Rising Star's monthly comic strip.
Lighting struck everywhere. Amidst the enchanted woods, the howls of wolves echoed with a joyous "Awoo!".
Today, I am covered in lines. Rust from the rain, and the occasional overflowing water from the drain paint my feet in unchangeable colours.
The wish itself was pretty mediocre and commonplace, a mundane fantasy to escape the mundane.
“Extra ghugni, no chilis,” he confirmed, his cyber-enhanced eyes ever judging.
Leo had just finished his painting. He took a few steps away from the canvas to have a better look – a lady standing on a landscape with a pale smile.