Novels by nayana

I was coughing. My throat was burning. It was practically on fire. I’ve thought a lot about where I would end up – whether it be heaven or hell. And the indication of my current state could only mean two things. Either I was in hell and in the midst of eternal asphyxia or I didn’t actually die.I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was darkness which, for a split second, made me hopeful. How cruel was it that I started to become accustomed to my surroundings shortly afterwards? The rain was pitter-pattering on my face. I could hear the waves crashing – the same waves Iwasin.

“Did you guys get invited to the barbeque the Wrights are throwing?” Anna asked. There was a collective reply of yes’.The six of us were hanging out at the beach, as usual. It was nearing nine in the evening and we were sitting on pieces of driftwood, a few feet away from the water with spiked drinks in our cups. It was oddly chilly tonight with a small breeze that carried the fresh saltwater scent.Tony had smuggled some alcohol from his parents’ cabinet, declaring that we were all in need of a drink. For what reas

Yet again, I was avoiding the beach like the plague. It was hard, though. Although I usually prefer being cooped up in my own room, the past couple of days had made me feel restless. Something about the beach brought me solace, despite the fact that I attempted to end my life there. But I was scared of running into Roman if I went to the beach, so I had to make do with my front porch. It had worked for a while, but I felt like a seventy-year-old man every time someone’s kid ran on the lawn or someone didn’t pick up after their dog. I tried reading or writing or binge-watching something on Netflix.Unfortunately, none of this gave me the same feeling as going to the beach. I was dr

I avoided the beach like it was the plague. I stayed in my bedroom, lying in bed, for the majority of the next few days, just thinking about nothing, everything, and something. There were too many thoughts going through my mind at once so I tried to sleep. It was hard to pick one thought, process it, file it away, and repeat the process all over again for the next one. It was better – and easier – to ignore everything. When that didn’t work, I simply laid in bed with my earphones plugged into my ears, blasting my music until I was uncomfortable.I don’t like confrontations. I don’t like being put on the spot, nor did I like putting other people on the spot. Confr

I was coughing. My throat was burning. It was practically on fire. I’ve thought a lot about where I would end up – whether it be heaven or hell. And the indication of my current state could only mean two things. Either I was in hell and in the midst of eternal asphyxia or I didn’t actually die.I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was darkness which, for a split second, made me hopeful. How cruel was it that I started to become accustomed to my surroundings shortly afterwards? The rain was pitter-pattering on my face. I could hear the waves crashing – the same waves I was in.

When Abigail was little, she and her parents would sit outside in their backyard and watch. They would watch anything, whatever that caught their attention. Sometimes it was birds or squirrels, other times it was the clouds, and sometimes even airplanes.Abigail's favorite was watching clouds, especially with her mother. The three of them would lay down with their backs against the grass, sunglasses on, and heads facing the sky on Saturday mornings. It was almost a ritual considering how often they had done this. They would watch the clouds and try to make out what the clouds resembled. Sometimes it was a bunny, sometimes it was an elephant in a tutu, and sometimes, it was just a snowball.&nb