The grass tickle my feet as I lay barefoot in my backyard, watching the constellations of stars above me. Watching other worlds swimming across the night-sky in shape of small speckles of light somehow makes my worries lose substance. I am nothing but a puny human, puny in comparison to the small speckle of light … Continue reading Stargazing

You day-dwellers endorse the sun, taking shelter under its warm embrace, but you forget that all are not like you, that there are creatures for who the light of the sun causes pain. Not very strange I suppose, considering that you shun the night as much as we do the day.

(In progress) A tired man lay on the couch, tired of waiting for happiness to come his way. He thought that he was on the highroad to happiness, and therefore he has persisted this far, but doubts have begun to take root, for all he feels is emptiness. The man puts his hand over his … Continue reading Fiddling The Strings Of Memory #1

Heavy winds bar my way as I slug my way onwards in the storm of ice and snow, my every step depleting energy at an alarming rate. Never have I seen a storm of this type and magnitude, one that comes from nowhere and blurs my vision to the extent of me being blind to … Continue reading The Storm

“Explain yourself,” Arliden says, looking down from his jewel-bestowed throne onto the poor beggar standing underneath. He has ragged clothes and sweat-streaked hair, making the contrast with the object he holds all the more apparent. The beggar fidgets with a small and colorful cubic box, intricate patterns woven across each side. “Th-this is something for … Continue reading The Box

“Scram kid, you have no business dilly dallying around in my backyard! “ The agitated old man reloads his shotgun as he walks toward the frightened child.  “I am so sorry Mr Jones, I will be off immediately” “Hmph be off then, and if I catch you here on my backyard again…” The man points … Continue reading The “Mean” Old Man

Somewhere along the passing of time in a small town's ramshackle tavern, that is where a particularly bright young man can be found, bound by the invisible shackles of a promise. #InProgress lay composed on a balm of hay, flipping through the pages of "Come here boy and help me untangle the rope", says a … Continue reading The Everyman’s Squire

The sky darkens, harmless white clouds turning into something much more sinister in a matter of minutes. Black clouds sweep over the sky, followed by the drizzle of rain and the rumbling of thunder in the distance. It all happened so fast that I have yet to find shelter from the storm, and panic is … Continue reading Human Versus Thunderstorm

"The darker the creature the greater is its susceptibility to light" Armed with nothing but a flashlight I walk the second floor of my house, stepping lightly to avoid making too much sound as I place my weight down to the old wooden floorboards underneath, all the while repeating my father's last words in my … Continue reading The Darkest Of Creatures

Somewhere along the passing of time there was a modest town, inhabited by modest people. Not in any way was it wealthy people who lived there, nor did they experience a high degree of poverty, it really was just a normal town with normal people. Their peaceful existence suddenly came to an end one day. … Continue reading Day Of Flame