The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas

There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…

The School Journal #3 – An Amalgamation of A Thousand Emotions.

. . . Cntd of #2 The Boring Intro: I don’t think there is an immediate need to write about everything that’s happening here just because I name this a journal. Its been a while I updated anything about The School thing. I’m the past few days, I’ve really been very very obsessed with the…

A Promise: A short Short-Story.

{I am in this bus and a conversation between a daughter and her father triggered this thought. Couldn’t wait to turn it into a story and make it into a post. It’d a bit crude, but sure as hell, beautiful.} It happens so. . . She never doubted it: she is the most important thing…