Creative Writing: Annie and The Air

I swear under my breath, savouring the word, enjoying the feeling as it rolls off my tongue. It's not enough, so I say it...

Creative Writing: I don’t like the dark

I don't like the dark “There's no shame in being a coward!” I told myself after an hour of keeping eyes completely shut and sitting still, thinking...

Creative Writing: Untitled

I’ve always been scared of wasps. It’s a silly little phobia, I know. They’re much more scared of me than I am of them,...

Creative Writing: The reverie and romanticism on Death

On the balcony, this morning, I imagine myself falling and shattering, my remains an echo on the pavement like pieces of eggshell, their inside layer...

Creative Writing: The Dream of Writing

The first word came out on a limb, its meaning perforating the paper like a hiss, the letters written in a drunken haze. The first...

Creative Writing: the fear of capitalisation

it isn’t often that you come across someone with the fear of capital letters, but when you do, better expect him to cover his...