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A Swan Song

The boy stumbled a bit as he made his way through the quiet neighbourhood. His guitar bag felt heavy on his shoulders, and he struggled to

1w ago| FABLE FACTORY

A Survival Kit

It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s...

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Fire Landing on Ice

A fresh chopped moon radiates, Facing the lacy waves.

Would you let me cry?

“Your Amma called,” whimpered Abba, “She’s not… well. She wants to see you.”

In The Name of The Queen

Drenched in sweet moonlight yet hidden in part, She sat on an oak tree that lived in the dark.

Where the Lost Ones Go

There was a letter from Yana’s grandmother on her nightstand. Which was weird, because just ten minutes ago, she and her parents stood on their porch as her grandmother drove away. Why would she...

January 13, 2022
January 13, 2022

A Swan Song

The boy stumbled a bit as he made his way through the quiet neighbourhood. His guitar bag felt heavy on his shoulders, and he struggled to

January 6, 2022
January 6, 2022

Fire Landing on Ice

A fresh chopped moon radiates, Facing the lacy waves.

January 6, 2022
January 6, 2022

A Survival Kit

It was rather a pallid looking steel box; grey-shaded, almost colourless and drained of life. Which made it ideal for a twelve-year-old girl secreting away all her shenanigans, out of everyone’s...

December 30, 2021
December 30, 2021

A Butterfly Flapping Its Wings

Circumstances started to change

December 30, 2021
December 30, 2021

Madame Wonderland

"What was their idea of fun?"

December 23, 2021
December 23, 2021

Move Out Day

From my balcony, I watch the van load up with all their belongings.

December 16, 2021
December 16, 2021

Illusion of Choice

With nothing left to give, She withered away. From black, then to white And she faded to gray.

December 16, 2021
December 16, 2021

A letter to Eesa

As I write to you, I pray and hope that this letter reaches you in safe hands. Sadly, your Amma can only do that now. I’m sorry

December 9, 2021
December 9, 2021

Descent to Rise

Eyes groggy from the cold wind, Prophecies of your past stare into oblivion.

December 9, 2021
December 9, 2021

The Grey Cloud

The grey cloud over my head  Accompanied me like a guardian.