They say that people who write poems are a lost breed of die hard romantics, who would lyrically put their heart on the line. I have been sitting here for the past hour, staring at an empty page that seems to stare back at me. All I have managed to write is "To me, you … Continue reading Love You Like a Poem I Never Wrote
Tag: fiction
Blind Nights
They say that broken women know how to love, but not always who to love, and she stood as proof of that.She looked around the room, last night lingered in small, scattered ways, like light filtering into a space through crooked blinds. It had been good, he had been what she wanted him to be, … Continue reading Blind Nights
September’s Stage
September had been a bikini bar dancer since last March. Not exactly her dream, but then again her dream was to marry DiCaprio and live on a yacht, so compromise had always been her skill set.She came to LA three ago to become an actress, along with a million other wide eyed blondes with head … Continue reading September’s Stage
Eye Stealing Raven and His Friend Todd the Frog
He was a thief by trade and a philosopher by delusion. He usually stole because it made him feel alive, not because he needed shiny things, though, admittedly he did like shiny things. "The world" he once said, dark wings fluttering besides his friend Todd "Belongs to those who dare take a closer look" "You … Continue reading Eye Stealing Raven and His Friend Todd the Frog
Long Way Home
When he was 16, his mom kicked him out of the house"Go find who you are" is all she said.His mother had been everything: parent, mentor, friend. That day, she became the first person to let him go.He took a small bag and an even smaller sense of self and left.The next 25 years he … Continue reading Long Way Home
Mom Never Taught About Dating
Ethan and Leslie chose a date that was fun, a crowded Saturday night farmer's market. They laughed over ugly shaped carrots, debated over the tariffs, suspiciously examined artisan soaps that looked like pastries and treated themselves to ice cream. By the time they ended up in the park, the moon was climbing high. Ethan congratulated … Continue reading Mom Never Taught About Dating
Silent letters to you
Every morning Edgar sorted letters in the back of his small white mail truck while the sun slowly rose from the mountains around Pine Willow. The town was so small that he knew every crack on the side walk and every name on every envelope. His favorite stop had once been the newspaper office on … Continue reading Silent letters to you
Crash into me
The crash erased his past. That is what happens when you push a car built for 130mph to 200. When he finally opened his eyes, a year had slipped away in a coma, his memories along with it. His old life was now a stranger’s diary.Friends filled the gaps in his memory, some with laughter, … Continue reading Crash into me
Things we forget to die from
For a guy raised in a tropical savanna climate, struggling with 15C feels almost embarrassing. What does that say about me? Have I gone soft? Or maybe I have just gotten too used to this Palo Alto air. I crack open the window, expecting the cold to wake me up fully or maybe numb something … Continue reading Things we forget to die from
Art of the Stare
Nijitha was not sure of how well Liam’s strategy of picking up girls at the pub would work, for her, anyway. Liam, self proclaimed ladies man and newly appointed mentor, his words, had taken it upon himself to guide her through recently-out-of-the-closet life like a campaign driven Instagram influencer coach. His methods were questionable to … Continue reading Art of the Stare
Shadow of Orcane
Nevile gripped the crumpled letter one last time, his brother’s words had already burned into memory. Dear brother, Throughout my journey I have passed through countless villages and met many kind souls. I am afraid what I have stepped into now is something more unsettling. The day I arrived in the village of Orcane, about … Continue reading Shadow of Orcane
Say My Name
They said the tree at the edge of Hollow Woods was older than the town itself.Its bark was rough and scorched, as if struck by lightning not once but many times, yet it never fell. A strange darkness stretched around it, cold and unnatural, it felt alive, as if it watched.No birds nested in it. … Continue reading Say My Name
Persimmon for the fall
The wind was cold that morning, blowing the autumn leaves in its wake. On his usual walk through the old part of town Neil saw her, an elderly woman, sprawled across the sidewalk, a bruise the size of an apple on her knee. Without a second thought, he rushed over, kneeling beside her "Are you … Continue reading Persimmon for the fall
Tsukihime Monogatari
The lanterns flickered softly in the evening breeze as Renjiro made his way up the mossy steps of the ancient shrine. The scent of rain lingered in the air and in the distance the sound of a shamisen played. The full moon hung low in the sky as if it were watching him. The old … Continue reading Tsukihime Monogatari
Perfect Peacock Predicament
Amit stepped back, tilting his head as he eyed the massive peacock they had just spent hours painting on the customer’s living room wall. The blues shimmered, the greens swirled, and the golden accents made the bird come to life. It was stunning. Almost perfect. “Alright” he exhaled. “213 feathers down, only 37 more to … Continue reading Perfect Peacock Predicament
Kissing Booth, Exit Only
You would think that kissing people for a living, or rather, in my case, for a dying, is all it is made up to be. But let me tell you, as someone who has been doing this for eternity, it is not. It is a thankless job.Yama sighed. "Why does it have to be a … Continue reading Kissing Booth, Exit Only
Book of I
The last light of the day bled out of the sky, Sajit and Guna leaned against the ruins of a forgotten civilization they had once seen rise and fall. To the ordinary eye, they would appear as two simple archaeologists on an excavation mission but beneath the surface of their weathered skin, thousands of years … Continue reading Book of I
Bananana Split
It was a quiet cold night, a rare break from the usual chaos, no echoing mad laughter or stray penguins braying in the streets. Vinny prowled through the dark alley, flicking his switchblade open and shut, feeling tougher than he probably should. He just made a big score, selling fake Bane signed posters "You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it". He had gotten some decent cash and a taste of respect on the streets. Tonight, he was after a much bigger prize.
Rakshashi Curse #3
The sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore was the only thing that broke the silence as Kunal walked alone on the beach that morning. He had come early, needing time to reflect before starting his day. The sand felt cool beneath his feet, and the early sunlight shimmered across the water. He was … Continue reading Rakshashi Curse #3