The pitter patter of feet did it sound Running on mud and dirt she found Towards a big dreary house, little sue ran To her hardworking father she hurriedly rant "They called me dull boring and lame. Ugly, prude and a bit untamed So i punched and kicked with all my might To avenged my … Continue reading Papa’s Advice
You left me hanging. You left me questioning. You left me wanting. Look what you did. You tore me up, beat me down and danced around the ashes of my old-self. I still don’t get it. Did you love my attention? Or did you just want some attention? You did love being in the spotlight. … Continue reading Pain let me know
It was 6:07 in the morning and the sun rose at the exact same spot as it always does - in between the sky and Gagoro River. To me, it always looks like an eye crying. Tears for us, perhaps? I hope so. Anyone living in Houto would understand, it is a quiet and odd … Continue reading Short Story: the prodigal son
It was cold and warm at the same time. It was weird to find comfort in both. I was just floating, giving up and letting death consume me. Being in the ocean felt like i was totally under the rule of the sea. The tranquility of the ocean blue waters did not scare me. Its … Continue reading Short Story: Immerse
Oh, toy maker, what are you making?, the boy's eyes shined with wonder. I made a fire truck, he said. Red as can be with horns that scream and big black wheels. Firemen need this to help people in times of trouble. What about this? The child spoke excitedly. "I made a doll" the toy … Continue reading My maker
It is a misconception that we live in a dark and horrible world. But, if you truly think that way then change it.
A letter to a friend about love. A few years ago, my mother gave me several items that my aunt left behind. This letter was one of them.
In times of ridicule and trials, self-preservation is the only option of some. Good, if you have a firm and deep-rooted self-worth.