Would it surprise you that most days I now know not what to say?


We humans, all so tastelessly mortal.

She Lived

She had always liked running through the field, feeling the wind as she ran

Son of Sirens

“I saw him once, the son of sirens. That’s all you ever need to go mad,”


All through summer, Lily searched for butterflies.

Goodbye, Claire

The canvas painted with a pastel orange background remained seated

Autumn Ends

Jim, having spent his entire life in a tropical city,


As I sit in my apartment, I look out of the window,


Two pages into the exam and sleep begins to say hello to my eyelids

cooking for two

It’s only a spoilt child that won’t like cooking, that’s what I always say.

Hollow Eyes

A man was standing in the middle of the clearing,


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