Short Story

7.AM, the sun beaming into my eyes, wakes me up as if to tell me that today's going to be the day that...

11.PM, the air is cold, and all you can hear is the tiny sounds of insects invading the nighttime.. water...

There’s something odd which happens when, as a man, you walk down the street with a bunch of flowers in...

Fears of reality..Based upon when a monster calls movie

Jude kyrie

She was sick that I...

Her father was a god.

Her father was Manannan Mac Lir; the feared and hated god of the angry waves...

Hi, my name is Ema, or MetoSee. I write poems. Why? While I write my poems, I let out my pain, how I feel...

Just Another Night in The City of Angels"

By Jake Cosmos Aller

Sam Adams worked in the U.S...

PART VIII: Primavera

On the very first page of La Vita Nuova , Dante calls Beatrice “ la gloriosa...

She had a pretty bad year. No. Let me rephrase that. She had an extraordinarily, utterly, horrifically,...

PART VII: And dream of sleep

For days after that fateful night in the theatre, I remained in bed....

PART VI: Joy

When you create something; a poem, a painting, a song or novel: before you begin...

PART V: A pebble’s views on Love

I found myself thinking about Selene more than a friend strictly...

PART IV: Selene

For days I remained within the confines of my room; quiet, morose contemplation...

PART III: Analogue Heart in a Digital World

I changed the route of my nightly walks. No more did I...

PART II: Solitude & Peregrino

Of the whirling blur of days that followed, I remember little...

PART I: Out of Darkness

Even amidst the dust of annihilation remains a nascent residuum of hope....

A Day That Never Was

Is it a vision that will come to be or something that's on the border of...