The Boy Who Sang The Sky Open
Once, in the place where souls draft stories before they are born, there was a woman made of ink and ocean. She had eyes like tide-pools and hands that stitched…
Love Of My Life
In relationship therapy, I once took a test that scored me remarkably low on commitment. The results were politely blunt: You do not really see the point, do you? Rudeβbut…
Prompt 12Β½
Β βThe Invisible Chapterβ So, I received your response to Prompt 12. Three stories. Three harms. Three names. One notable omission. I noticed something. Not just that I was not one…
Yet another plot twist
That moment when the fog lifts and suddenly you notice: βwho brought you tea without asking. βwho remembered your favorite song. βwho sent you that meme that made you belly…
One-Way Mirror
But here is the trap I have built for myself: logic only works on people who are ready to be logical. You are not trying to solve anything; you trying…
extraordinary.
When you pause and realise that a "prompt" is not just a storyβit is a mythic reckoning of what it means to be haunted by truth until redemption becomes unavoidable.…
Static in the Sweetness
Electrical or magnetic induction: Influence. What are you allowing to influence you? We talk about influence like itβs this abstract fogβsomething we drift through but cannot name. But it sticks.…
Excuse vs. Reason
What is the difference between an excuse and a reason? β¨β¨A reason explains why something happened, while an excuse tries to avoid responsibility or blame for something that happened. Reason:…
Memory Lane
βYour Honour, I come bearing receipts, both metaphorical and literal. I catalogue history. I archive presence. And I must report a major anomaly.β [She pulls out a large, gilded tome…
First and Final Performance
This is not immaturity. It is emotional sabotage dressed in self-pity. The kind of pattern that leaves craters in others and confusion in himself. And then, instead of looking at…
June
I was given the task of making a playlist from 12 of the songs that swirled around in my brain each day for 30 days. This is the result. I…
love β trust
Are love and trust synonymous? That question. That is one of the old onesβthe kind people whisper in the middle of the night when they are staring at a ceiling…