Creative

  • Through the car windows

    Through the car windows

    There are no certain yardsticks to measure my success in life, be it money, ownership of property, or the depth of my heart’s swelling from love; they are all…

  • Coming home

    Coming home

    They say that in this world, there is no place like home. Sitting here in this withering brown seat, bones rattling to the rhythm of this rumbling train, fingers…

  • Laced Rabbit

    Laced Rabbit

      Our story begins with a kid named Noah Anderson. I am sorry to say: he was nobody special. He was just a child of a politician and a…

  • gentle were, and gentle now

    gentle were, and gentle now

    The tinkle of giggles rung through the air, slightly treble, and slightly baritone. A morning glow illuminated the gilded design on the bedposts, glimmering with beaming joy and scintillating…

  • Limp Deer

    Limp Deer

    Innocence: Bliss or Curse?   Content warning: Potentially dark themes.   She came home late again. Her arms and neck wore blue and purple like cheap jewellery. I still…

  • Forever Tied to You

    Forever Tied to You

    I remember. Serene waves washed over our toes as cotton-ball-like clouds loomed overhead, bright white against pastel blue skies and air sweeter than honey as I laid next to…

  • The Smell

    The Smell

    The smell. It comes from nowhere, no origin For whether it was being or illusion, Even metacognition offers no solution. But even a whiff transports my soul, To an…

  • Lament of a Fading Past

    Lament of a Fading Past

    A Tour of Great Passing Red glares of flare enclose the browning sands, To sketch evenings with shades of swarthy light. Shadowless smoke clears blood from tainted lands, Where…

  • Nyx

    Nyx

    Chilly air seeps through cracks in the cars’ shaking chassis: the old, bumpy, road threatens to rattle the even older engine apart with each trying jolt as we descend…

  • Love on Earth

    Love on Earth

    I was wrong. I was completely and utterly wrong. So wrong that I would admit it willingly to the heavens above; to the dull stars that frowned down upon…

  • Holofeucene

    Holofeucene

    Alone. Atop the soaring spire of rock, the tattered cloth rifles in the cold, misty wind, starkly defying the rain-faded oranges, reds, and purples of the Mesa. The evening’s…

  • The Billionth Number

    The Billionth Number

    I once knew a girl who dreamed of measuring the universe. She was hospitalised with a condition that would impede her ability to walk. Confined to a hospital bed…

  • Incandescence

    Incandescence

    Cadence lived in fear of the dark. Achluophobia, they called it, but she didn’t know that then. She didn’t know a lot when she was young. Especially the dangers…

  • Stiff.

    Stiff.

    Stiff. Cold; teeth chattering, a filler of sound for the air of silence enveloping your surroundings. Stiff. Hiding in the dark, anticipating the moment you’ll be found. Stiff. As…

  • In the laboratory

    In the laboratory

    blue flame danced under a beaker unknown it sends us mere molecules on a journey which lasts a lifetime. in this chemical adventure we are all impure substances energised…

  • How To Smile

    How To Smile

    Did you know The art of smiling is much more complicated Than what we think it is. It requires Dedication, strength, Time and practice. It’s the most intricate art…

  • The Darkness Came Down

    The Darkness Came Down

    Jared stared at the stream of blinking notifications on his phone. They all said the same thing. ‘Look at the sky’. ‘The sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?’. ‘Hey,…

  • Te Awa Mate

    Te Awa Mate

    The small figure before me curls tightly into a ball, the sweeping mountains and valleys of her figure causing waves in the shabby wool blanket we once so fondly…

  • The Hive

    The Hive

    This writing below was originally written for the Timegate to Tomorrow writing competition. It has been selected to be part of the anthology to be published in June. Additional editing contributed…

  • Dust to Glory

    Dust to Glory

    Dance, dance. Ballet slippers paired with a hushed up spine––those girls and all their stuff––pretty arabesques, dream dose of caffeine for that extra kick. Sweating, leaping, twirling like records.…