My Worn Out Slippers.

The ballerina is the embodiment of beauty and finesse. They convey all range of emotions just with their movements and their face expressions. Everyone is in awe when they see them on stage but seldom people realize how cut throat and ruthless the environment really is back stage. The envy and the desire to triumph... Continue Reading →

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Hallelujah.

Sister Ursula was young. She was about twenty six when she joined  the convent. She was a true beauty and she could've had any husband she would have wanted, but she wanted none other than God. Shortly after she was ordained, she was sent to a very well known catholic school in the city. She... Continue Reading →

Prey.

I can't see him but I know he's there. I've never been afraid of the dark so I don't mind cutting through this alleyway; I do it everyday when I'm coming home from work. Perhaps he knows that as well, maybe this isn't the first time he's watched me walk alone; maybe this is just... Continue Reading →

Homecoming.

There's no place like home. It wasn't a particularly nice apartment; the paint on the walls was peeling away, the floorboards were loose and some of them rotten even and it had this constant smell of mold and humidity but it was my home and I loved every dusty and dingy part of it. Oh... Continue Reading →

Her Eyes, They Follow.

It was the same dream all night every night. The flames shot up towards the dark sky, as if they were trying to touch the stars. I saw them dancing in front of my eyes, engulfing the whole house until there wasn't a single spot out of their fiery embrace. It didn't seem real; the... Continue Reading →

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