Original Fiction
An Ode to Recovery: Burn that Bridge, Baby
I haunt that old cafe no more; No longer wait on those figments of mystery that we were. I still wonder if you’re safe and sound, wonder how, knowing you’re so destructive? Once the parcel has been returned to the…
Dreamenders- Ch 2, A Private Funeral
2019 David stared into the face of the man who had mentored him for the last thirty years. In death, Bob Ward looked more peaceful, a splash of contentment peeking out of the edge of his lips. "He looks a…
Dreamenders- Ch 1, Jupiter Descending
2019 Tihati was telling Nate that she loved him as only the Moons of Athnos could love each other, eternally following each other's orbit, yearning for an embrace that would never come. She told him this in her native tongue,…
An Ode to Recovery: Midnight Show
When my head hits the pillow at night, I don’t see a blank ceiling, I see us, reliving our memories like an overrun movie on a large screen, like a sky full of gleaming stars, showering light all around me.…
An Ode to Recovery: Twilight’s Pawn
You silly little sunshine, So put together at midday! Tell me have you tried Solving the riddle in your name, Lost your eyes in the process And could never find the pencil? You twirl and giggle, His feet are tired,…
An Ode to Recovery: Delicate
Yellow, white, golden and brown: same old curtains surround me every morning; Morbid, plain, so delicate, so pale. They bend and break too, but in their ruins, all you see are loose threads; In mine, you see placid, darkened eyes…
Devourer- Chapter One: Everything is Going to be Alright
The light struck her eyes at just the right angles. It cut through her slumber, stirring her awake. Jyoti yawned, stretching her hands. The Airport Road Flyover stretched out in front of her. It was littered with the sluggish metal…
