Autobiography

My life’s journey has been complex and colorful. At every turn, I met different people, each leaving an...

My name is Shakira Nandini. I am a model, a writer, and a traveler of this being that the world has only...

In my heart, there was a desire that resonated with every beat of my soul. A dream, a wish, that was...

This story starts in a little town called Fairview, New Jersey. This story ends when I leave the world....

The Journey of Shakira Nandini
This is the story that never ends

Shakira Nandini’s life is...

Being on the front pages of European fashion magazines is no longer just a dream for me; it's a reality...

People sometimes try to convince me that I can, in fact, be destroyed. That I should be careful and it's...

Indeterminate chatter: ("I know I posted this before, Marion, but Bernadette hasn't seen it yet!" "She's...

Approaching Halloween, a couple years back, I wrote this small history to my number one fan in England: A....

Irene 1974
Timothy’s father, Buster Black, worked at the garage. He wore overalls and when he got...

Chapter One: Hunter

As I lay gazing out of my window, fiery thoughts of him cross my mind. I miss...

I assay storied friendship with a quasi essay.

Hello embodiment of my aural, cerebral, general, et...

Twenty first century martyred heretic... within Middle Ages, viz glitched quirk rent asunder space/time...

The clock struck early afternoon, casting long shadows across the room where I sat on the edge of my bed....

Recently, I learnt that our close friend, Murray Young, had been trying to contact me via text, but I'd...

I don’t want to take any phone calls today
I’m leaving my phone home so whatever you say
...