ALL POSTS
-
Delusion
Delusion. The false belief about an external reality, a belief that is held despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. Delusions. Something almost…
-
Wish Me Luck
Emery wasn’t stupid. Yes, he was a figurehead prince with no real power; yes, his younger brother is the crown prince; yes, he…
-
Moon Butterfly
Late, all those bloodied rabbits crushing the butterfly’s wings. Hurtful curses and words of bliss: Why? Aren’t the Gods listening? Mushed wings on…
-
Limited
A range is a limit. The number that the faceless faces outside the classroom window use to see if you’re worth anything. A range…
-
The Falling
CW: Violence & Kidnapping Consciousness returned in fragments, accompanied by a throbbing pain in my head. My surroundings were disorienting – dimly lit…
-
Scars Will Fade
I leaned my head against the wall and sighed, taking a deep breath in. My nose was running red and the blood trickled to…
-
White Snake
The white snake encounters a scholar in a vibrant field. A sea of red engulfing his path. Petals of roses, delicate and rare. In…
-
Colour Theory 101
I’m not too sure about you, but I always dread making posters or slideshows, especially once it comes down to trying to figure out…
-
The Vanishing
10:55 Five more minutes. “Hi, what can I get you?” “I’m just waiting on a friend. Give me a few more minutes, thanks.”…
-
A Friend Or A Fire?
I miss that time Spent without care When we were strangers And nothing more He meant nothing No friend, nor foe Until he…
-
What are our differences?
What are our differences? The ones that shaped the way we look through to see the world and the ones that shape us? The…
-
Formidable Weakness
CW: Violence, Mass Accident, Panic Attack & Death I My name is Naomi Sakana. I have been spiralling since my success.…
-
Bars Of Blood
CW: Mentions of death and blood Between the poor and the rich, there stood metal bars. They were cold, frosty bars, with ice…
-
Cold Wyoming
CW: Violence and Guns The store chimes a high pitched, eerie sound as Cris walks in. His chin is laying low, and he…
-
A Thousand and One Promises
The thing about promises, I thought to myself, as I meandered down the harbour with my hands in the pockets of my puffer, is…
-
Said yes. The time will pass anyways.
The wavering of our small sun, glazed orange through glass Blushing mandarin-watery, when I came out to greet it The greyest tint. The tiniest…
