Posted inCreative Hall Poems
On the horrifying ordeal of remembering
The first time I alluded to grief it felt as if I came in contact with myself––somewhat alarming voices of my mother drowned in floods, survivors of the water antagonising…
Posted inCreative Hall Health Love and Relationships
The A-Word
I see the Thing on my twelfth birthday. The doctor is still speaking to my mother in a language that isn’t foreign but might as well be, jargon my brain…
Posted inCreative Hall Short Stories
C8H11NO2 + C10H12N2O + C43H66N12O12S2
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. The Fault In Our Stars, page eighty-four.” I prop myself up on…
Posted inCreative Hall Short Stories
Bleeding Out
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The themes and actions portrayed in this story are fictional and should…