And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture. And she means everything to me. -She…
The art of a storyteller has always been performance. The curtains draw, the stage rises - a floating sea of burnished wood and plank above the sea of human heads…
Vibrant Hues of Love: An Urban Love Story In the heart of a bustling metropolis, where the city's pulse resonates through the streets, a new day dawned with the promise…
Saturday was the rumour of a thunderstorm. The radio garbled as the interference grew even worse, until the words of the newscaster became barely decipherable. The next second the power…
My feet ache from all the walking. I should look further into the massage place that Jess brought me to. Thinking of the smell of rose-scented candles just makes me…
Every day, every minute, every moment is an act of self-discovery for me. My waking moments are a study; a study of myself, of others, of myself through others, and…
Hope was a fickle means. An inkling that transcended many heights. Hope that battled with time which was on the verge of crumbling to soulless shards and fragments of what…
When you have lived the lives that I have led throughout the aeons, you will learn to appreciate the perspective that is unique to death. I have walked closely with…
“Is it difficult for you? Skating, I mean.” The crowd erupts into cheers as Yari settles into the final act of her score, leaping into a triple axel. Wisps of…