• Writing
  • Innocence past

    He was unsure of her. From the very first day. He thought, no, he KNEW she was playing with him. A sinister game, more for her amusement than for the times gone by. But she was wildly intoxicating. The more he drank her in, the more he needed her. And today, he had drunk from […]

  • Personal
  • A Volatile Veil of Words

    I start with a frame of mind not quite conducive to writing. Especially cause I intend to writing something impersonal, more detached than is usual for me; so that others may read it and yet not be able to read into me. Having no sense of direction on what I wish to write about, I’m […]

  • Writing
  • Feast.

    Her eyes lazily glide down her form. She’s looking at her with a satisfied gaze of a proprietor knowing his prized catch is not going anywhere. What comes after the thrill of the chase, for some lucky ones, is the contentment of ownership, the luxury of knowing that the game has been won – the […]

  • Personal
  • Notes to a Stranger.

    Hello stranger, the object of my lust and hope of peace in life. In some future, we shall meet, and things will be perfect thereafter. I’m supposed to be waiting for the elusive you after having lost perhaps a few¬†folks who I thought were you, but evidently in the sight of things that have befallen […]