Fiction

There was a time in history when people were able to breathe fresh air, eat fresh farm-grown food, laugh with their loved ones, and live a long yet happy life. To them, death was a real thing. They knew death could take them away from every beauty of mother nature…

Who Are Your Characters? Sometimes people ask me this, in the sheer disbelief that I may or may not be my main female character/s. Thus far I have been called by the name of my three strongest characters: Barbara, Pia and Tattee. How much does an author reveal about themselves…

The Tale of a Man Who Fell In Love With The Wrong Woman — What kind of love is it if she doesn’t feel the same? What kind of love is it if you’re the only one trying to make it work? What kind of love is it if you cry more than you laugh? What kind of love is it if you receive…

Do you see light in me? Am I the dark cosmos that you claim me to be, or Am I just a reflection? — The parts here have made the choices they want to go with, forever locked and visualize, euthanizing the sorrows, agony, and pain; the light is like a broken vessel, when it breaks in pieces it reflects everything going in many directions, lacking width and stream. …

Here we go again. Why did I even sign up for this job? He always listens to you in the end. Yeah, but he needs to know he has the option. I admit it’s a shitty gig, but the hours are okay and the view is nice. To you maybe…

I was determined to go to university when I was 18; it seemed like the next logical step after A-Levels. So off I went … and three days later, came back again. Film Studies was not the right course for me; even now, all these years later, I wonder precisely…