The ongoing paradox of life is that the worst parts of life and ourselves drive us to death, and that in order to pursue life we must love ourself including the worst parts. One man has an encounter with Love, Suffering and Death.
There is always some sort of desire that keeps people moving forward. Some people are too blind to see it; and others are often entranced by its delightful delusion. The desire to go somewhere not here; can always be found in every piece of literature. What kind of story is written without going ...
"A giant yellow eye stared back, a cruel grin flashing under the candlelight. It's meaty hand reaching over the bedframe and dipping into the blankets to tug my brother up and out. " "People have been disappearing from our village. Last week, It was the Caulghington's infant son. " "Three w...
I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.
A writer who was afflicted with TGA and had obsession with writing and an enigmatic girl who worked at clubs for living---fell in love with each other. But as lovely as it was, the painful their love had become over time. But his condition didn't stop her from loving him, neither could reality as...
In the dead of night, in a fading records store, there was a woman, plagued with questions and a ghost in search for answers. As the evening stretches on and on, unuttered thoughts and veiled feelings lingered in the air like a familiar tune. With the unexpected meeting of two lost souls, will th...
You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.
Dr. William Turner, as usual, was heading towards the hospital every morning. A light mist had settled over the city, and a sense of quietude prevailed. The white walls of the Swallow Medical Center seemed like a sanctuary, always patiently striving to alleviate pain. One day, when he picked u...