He stared at it. It was never meant to be a fiction, or a distant dream. It now seemed profoundly life like. The flows and the restrains and curvaceous elegance construed the canvas. The vibrancy was definitely restrained, the greys were perfectly skimming through. Something was still missing. He knew it was him. It echoed […]Read more "Melancholia"
” What did you see child?” The pastor knelt before the clearly shaken 11 year old. Isabel cried silently, her eyes reeking of grief. Her confession would certainly be a sin. At-least the Lord in her heart told her that. What Her Father was doing, was satanic the church had taught her. Could she confess […]Read more "ISABEL"
He looked at her walking beside him. It was just unnatural but never unreal. She could walk. Of-course, Her flapping tail had turned to trembling legs, once he helped her on to the shore. Scales dropped off into the sand, and her eyes turned a little darker. Her heart lay with him and that would […]Read more "Mermaid"
Dear Isaac, Hello Isaac. It has been long since I’ve heard from you. Years ? Decades? I can’t exactly remember, but I do remember one thing. Your question. A question that has made me feel alive all these years. And one that has eaten up my mind every single day. And you’d be interested to […]Read more "Dear Isaac…"
” Oh Julius, love shall move thee ” the stage actor wailed. The theatre built under the patronage of Lord Count Van Buren of Moon Island, flourished under the present troupe. The plays were being written and enacted perfectly well. A young lad by name William Shakespeare was quickly making a name across the country […]Read more "Bloody Origins"
The boy suddenly woke up. An eery sound somewhere. Of Flute but something more. An insatiable urge to follow it. And thus he did. He walked upstairs to the roof top, walked to the edge and jumped off it. One hour later, another kid, a plump one, the son of a bread vendor heard the […]Read more "Pied Piper Pathos"
“When you wake up and get back to reality, the deep-rooted reality, that’s when I feel blinded. Like in water. Plain, deep, and dangerous. Formidable even and yet just. Don’t you think? ” ” Maybe you are old, sheesh, you’ve grown old more than the time I’ve seen you. Since what last winter. But what […]Read more "The Butterfly Girl – Episode One"