It doesn’t hit me as I wake up curled against you on our last morning together. It doesn’t hit me as I crack an egg against the frying pan for breakfast. It doesn’t hit me as we load your bags into the car, or even as you disappear behind the double doors labelled departures. I … Continue reading Charlie Brown
Do you catch a waft of silent desperation? Hanging in the air Over my failed baking experiments Do my punchlines sound rehearsed? From the hours I spend, facing a mirror Perfecting my deliveries Can you sense my uneasiness? When asked a personal question About a past riddled with broken relationships Do you recognise my … Continue reading Seeking: Un-solitary Non-confinement
What a year it has been— and my understanding of world events only spans the most popular conversations on Reddit forums. However, while we watched the world as we know it cease to exist in 2017, I personally made strides toward better mental health. It’s been a struggle since I first moved out to the … Continue reading In Retrospect
I’d like to think that my forte is fiction writing. Hence, this sort of pensive non-fictional writing may come off a little forced. Most people turn to digital media to express the wanderings of their souls. As a tragically ungifted visual artist, I can only serve as an audience to beauty created by other beings. … Continue reading Prologue
This is my submission for the second round of the Yeah Write Super Challenge #4. I didn't make it to the next round, but I'm decently satisfied with my work, and I hope you enjoy it too! * A pebble dug deep into the curve of her bare foot, shooting threads of pain up her … Continue reading Nadia
I recently participated in Yeah Write's Super Challenge #4, and this is my submission during the first round. I'm still getting back into the groove, but here you are! (CW: Death, Word Count: 996) I. ‘Jai! We’ve got to leave soon or the tickets will be sold out!’ Trish heard a garbled shout of acknowledgement … Continue reading Candy Floss
She marches, miles away from home, Yet holding her own, wading further away, fighting the currents. Yearning for friendships long rusted by distance and time zones, The belief in belonging nearly withered, but not. Mild intoxication is all it takes to scratch the surface: Oozing insecurities, fatal inexperience, grave misdeeds. Faltering her steps, while on … Continue reading The Coliseum and the Girl
The War was over. The sky matched the ebony of the earth beneath, the silence reverberated across the valley. The War... Was it, though? The smoke spoke of fireballs descending from above, the abnormal mass of smaller blackened bodies suggested a massacre. The War was over.
Every gust of crisp wind, Every crack in the skin, Every fissure in the crust, Every whisper to the heavens, Every gaze up to the clouds, Every seeded grain, Set upon a single question, The only question, The oldest question: How long until?
The rain-splattered windows cast speckled shadows across the wooden floorboards. Max nursed her third stout of the night gloomily, despite her win at court that morning. Was the lenient judge the reason for her success? Or her own proficiency? 'Twas indiscernible to her; as she'd inherited both the Judge's name and legacy.