A Purple Gem of Inspiration
I was re-writing a short story that I had written last year, and then I took a short break. I walked outside (I was in my parents' house,...
Sitting on a Timber Chair
Sandakan before WWII is a significant setting for the novel I've been working on for about two and a half years now. Last year, I had a...
The Walls of Mosses
“What life is, we know not. What life does, we know well.” –Lord Perceval One thing Alma Whitaker and I share is our fascination towards...
Eastern Crimson Sunbird
In the chaotic lime tree Your crimson glittered Against the greens, and the woods, and the thorns. When morning rays cut through the...
Burnt Almond Croissants
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ian said, showing a photo of her daughter eating ice cream. He swiped his iPhone screen to the left, showing...
