Dear Samantha, I hope this letter finds you well. And, if I may be as bold, I want to assume you are pleased to hear from me. After all, It’s been ages since that summer. From the time we rested shoulder to shoulder on a field of sunflowers, gazing up at the clouds as they … Continue reading I Saw a Cloud That Reminded Me of You
Shera lay outside in the snow, wearing nothing but his father’s old shirt. Its thin fabric obstructs the cold as well as a shield of paper blocks a sword, serving merely as a pretense of defense. Thus, the chill breeze has free reigns as it wages war on the poor boy’s body, causing his lips … Continue reading The World That Never Was
My bare feet grind against the rough cavern floor as I run along the dimly-lit corridor. It hurts like hell, but whatever it was back there is worse than bloodied fucking feet. I throw a furtive glance behind my shoulder, and sure enough. There is movement in the distance. Slithering, followed by menacing, hissing sounds. … Continue reading The Snake Pit
If you seek to reinvent yourself, you must first uncover the truth — the truth of the taint which plagues your weary mind. It is hard, I know. We, humans, are prone to rationalize our decisions; of collecting the pieces from past events and gluing them together into a coherent narrative, into an unnaturally pristine jar of … Continue reading The Jar of Life | Destroy & Reinvent
If I want to change, it Will be a slow process. I cannot expect the chains to fall off in one go, for I have forged them, shaped them, during a lifetime. However, I shall not accept that I am doomed to be fettered indefinitely. I shall not recognize there’s no light on the other … Continue reading Laying the Foundation for a Statement of Action | Change IS Possible
I raise the lukewarm cup of coffée to my lips, staring out the window as the light-brown fluid makes its way through my tired body. This particular blend, concentrated black coffée mixed with milk and three scoops of sugar, usually does the trick, but not today. The comfortable blue couch, coupled with the peaceful piano … Continue reading Observations During a Walk in The forest
Blank pages walking by and asking us why we add onto them word after word that they did nothing to deserve.
He loved him with all his heart, and maybe that's why he never told the truth, afraid of losing the one person for whom he truly cared. But as with all secrets, especially the dark ones, one can only hope to preserve secrecy for so long. As onlookers, we can gloat and laugh at his … Continue reading Carnage | When the Moon Turns red
In themselves, things are only things. Rather than being good or bad, they just exist. The judgment comes from ourselves, we determine the worth of our experiences, our lives. This may seem blatantly obvious to some, but it is a powerful insight once taken to heart. Have you missed the bus? Have you come down … Continue reading Blinded by the Past & Fearful for the Future
Jonathan hooks his hundredth-something worm, desperation mounting with the waning of the sun. Time is running out. His grandfather’s health is rapidly deteriorating, and there’s no telling he’ll survive another day. Jonathan glares at the sea as though offended by its serenity, knowing full well that he’s being unreasonable. Here he is, a grown man … Continue reading The Golden Fish
Benjamin Bratz 