Papa’s Advice

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


Short Story: the prodigal son

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