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
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...
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...
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
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...
Illusion of Choice
With nothing left to give, She withered away. From black, then to white And she faded to gray.
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
Descent to Rise
Eyes groggy from the cold wind, Prophecies of your past stare into oblivion.
