Walking the Streets of Prague Without Her
The breeze picks lightly on the loose strands slipping out of the high bun I squeezed my hair into. The cobbled pavement is a...
Patterned, Part II
The class has the same amount of light pouring in, as yesterday. Patrick slowly scans his surroundings. The girl with the pink blonde hair...
Patterned, Part I
The sun is a shining golden ball of heat that breathes dragon fire outside, while a little boy sits on the kitchen counter, awaiting...
Life Undone: Part II
“Yo, Pumpkin Princess, I heard Marie’s lunch went MIA yesterday, did you eat it? ‘Cause it seems like there’s plenty of space in there”...
Life Undone: Part I
My mind is scattered mist, pregnant with thoughts that swarm around like bees confused when their beehive is disturbed. I am trying to make...
Cinderella; The Other Way Around, Part 3
Anastasia and Drusilla have a dreamy look in their eyes. How pathetic! Even Fiona stands a better chance than them. Girls like them have...
The Miracle Butterfly
Centuries ago Charles Darwin predicted the survival of the fittest. I still see it, still feel it around me. The strong ones, the heartless...
The Smell Of Their Cologne
We were on a beautiful cruise during the summer season witnessing the magnificent skies, seas and the islands that passed by. My wife had planned...
He Writes From the Other Side
Born in a struggling family of 4 children, I was the eldest son of my parents. My father used to work as a tailor...
I Write From Behind The Bars – Part 1
I saw her walk past the corridor that was surrounded by bars on all four sides. Clad in white with hair so black seeming...
























