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...

Creative Writing: Uninvited Guest

Knock knock Fear at my door Knock knock “Go away, I’m busy. Come back tomorrow.” Knock knock Knock knock Knock knock “Okay, okay, come in.” Fear is a terrible guest. Rampant, It wreaks havoc...

Creative Writing: Unseen

Darkness fell. All at once, the room was gone, lost to the intangible clutches of the night. The soft hiss of a dead bulb...

Creative Writing: 4 a.m.

Thank god for Birdsong thank god for the birds the whistling and chirping in absence of words Whilst Mind plays its tricks on such tender of souls the birds always...