Sayaam Harz
Bio
Passionate about writing and inclined towards details and narration, I live for stories that bend the mind. I don't write just for the sake of it; I write when words appeal to me, when they feel inception-worthy.
Stories (3/0)
Moonlit Embrace
Old Rusty Lift The old rusty and dusty lift. Takes two at a time with enough room for moving freely and taking heavy breaths. Doors weren’t automatic, it had cage doors which slides, one for the main and one of the lifts itself. In black t-shirt and black track yet no two had the same shade, there was difference. with all hairs wrapped around in single ball. She opened the doors, she goes in, I follow and then she closed it behind me. She turned on the light with a press button which automatically went of when the lift arrived the ground, but now we were going upwards when she pressed for the fifth floor. Every-time, I see for the cameras in the lifts I told and we exchanged a little laugh with very low sound ended up in smile. I had an obviously disgusting one and she had the pleasant one. We wait till the lift were crossing each floor, I have had the glimpses of each floor, there were apartments which were closed and silent and sleepy. And within few moments were at the fifth floor. She opened the doors and we passed through that floor followed by the last few dozen steps before the terrace as silent as thief cats.
By Sayaam Harz13 days ago in Writers
