Short Story

  Wasted youth.    She gripped her chest, showing her tear stained face to the audience, holding her heart. Her…

Silence, in soil deep. A seedling stirs from its sleep. With tender shoot and fragile root, Every fibre of its…

CW: mention of death   “Excuse me.”    The tent flap was lifted open, and the three occupants squinted up…

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players…” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It…

Stemming glacial waters, just as old as catacomb earth, the matriarch of the Castonet mountain range tends to its dewy…

“Papa…” ….. “Papa!” Piercing the maimed corpse of the decrepit tenement, the first ambassador of the morning sun provoked the…

CW: INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND CANCER  /// The marker screeched across the white board as its striking red ink…

Feeling fed up again? Memorising poems for class – isn’t it just exhausting? Will it even be useful for future…