short story

Tidings

The moon made it's way to its rightful territory as the horrors of the night crept in. The strong winds had ceased since dusk emerged and silence loomed, rather sluggish on that evening. Clouds parted the moon rays and blackened each moment the moon grew brighter. Trees stood still and the sounding of dropping leaves… Continue reading Tidings

poetry

When it strikes.

Slowly disoriented, their body felt the decay as soon as it came to be of existence. Tears rendered themselves more worthy than the happiness that drew itself and stuck by them A series of bare thoughts manifested themselves, and as unwanted, they raged in the most uncomforting manner, just to fit in. Their body came… Continue reading When it strikes.