Death The clock keeps ticking Life keeps fleeting A state of urgency Things we can't get to It's like watching a burning candle go down So brief, the lights Blown away by the winds Here now, gone then

Two years ago, I wouldn't stop listening to Billie's Eilish's first album, When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go. I slept with it. I ate with it. I wrote dark stories and poems while listening. The lyrics

I think it's safe to say that I've found a community that's fast becoming a family in Hive Book Club. I would have to confess that I was sceptical the first time I joined the book hangout. I wasn't sure

Escape Isn't that what we all yearn for? A short lived happiness And selfconvicton That all is as it should be Moments of solitude The smell of sunrise The warmth on our faces Maybe a wet soil under our

I think the shortest story I've ever written was a tweet story. A story in 120 characters without spacing. Zapfic is taking me back there. This time, 240 characters. Prompt is feathers. She saw it first,

Horses or unicorns? I like unicorns better. I think the last time I made a wish was two years ago. The wish wasn't for myself but for someone I cared about. That one wish, the most important one, which

It took me days to get started on this story. Halfway through it, I wasn't exactly sure what to do with it. I flipped and flipped but in the end just decided to let it be. Well, I hope it finds you well.

It's weekend again and that means Zapfic Friday is here! The prompt for this weekend is drizzle. Here's mine. “Come.” The boy stared at the outstretched hand of the old woman. He knew he shouldn't but

It's been so long since I sat down and talked about books. I mean, an actual conversation with fellow books lovers. I didn't realise how much I missed it. But Hive Book Club made it come to life today.

Some people would say that they were born with a book or a biro in hand, or that they were born with a story or poetry in their head. That wasn't the case for me. What I can say however, was that I was

This is the continuation of a poem I posted yesterday. Still on Dickinson and the inspiration it gives me. Read the first part here Do you think hope can be killed? Like a bird in a cage Whose wings are

I wrote this while watching Dickinson season 3. When I watched season 1 and 2, I was going through what might be a block. While I enjoyed the poems, I didn't create any. But this season, my words are back

You know these two phrases; what you see is what you get and the more you look, the less you see. I believe both of them work hand in hand but most people do not realise this. The first one, I've seen

I saw the Freewritehouse 6th ZapFic50Friday few minutes ago and decided to participate anyway. Better late than never, yeah? It's a fifty word story and the prompt is sucker. It's been a while I did fifty

The room was dim as she packed. She had spent over two hours, folding and unfolding the clothes. Halfway through, she had sat on the small bed with her head in her hands. She wasn't sure how to feel. The

I think we all have this ingrained belief that when we put the needs of others before our own, we are acting in a selfless manner. It's the norm to see someone who puts his needs before others as being

When the first season of this series came out three years ago, my first reaction was; wait, what? That was my reaction to the name. I didn't watch immediately. People were talking about it, different reviews

You know when you wake up in the morning and it suddenly dawn on you that some things are never going to be the same again? That missed feeling that comes with it, like a knot in your stomach? That was

Finally, a story after so long. I wasn't sure my writing would come back. I believed I had grown so rusty and may never find my way back to words again. But I was wrong! When I saw the Inkwell Prompt for

I can't remember the last time I wrote a haiku. It's been way too long. Haiku may look like a simple form of poetry but it's actually difficult to write. Telling a story in a 5 7 5 format isn't as ordinary