Category Archives: Creative Writing
A numbing absence
Photo fragments of memories flicker through my mind. In no particular order, they flash not only a series of images and colours, but feelings, sounds and scents. The rosy blush of his cheeks, the well-meaning look in his eyes, the
A numbing absence
Photo fragments of memories flicker through my mind. In no particular order, they flash not only a series of images and colours, but feelings, sounds and scents. The rosy blush of his cheeks, the well-meaning look in his eyes, the
Familiarity
It’s funny how quickly the unfamiliar becomes familiar; how quickly someone can become familiar. Somewhere deep down you willingly acknowledge you don’t really know them at all, yet the comforting nature of that familiarity associated to the individual outweighs all
Familiarity
It’s funny how quickly the unfamiliar becomes familiar; how quickly someone can become familiar. Somewhere deep down you willingly acknowledge you don’t really know them at all, yet the comforting nature of that familiarity associated to the individual outweighs all
Music
Music means everything to me. There have been times where music has enabled life to flow back into my very pores at moments when I almost have myself believing I will never feel anything more than numb. Music is an
Music
Music means everything to me. There have been times where music has enabled life to flow back into my very pores at moments when I almost have myself believing I will never feel anything more than numb. Music is an
Regret
It’s naïve to regret. Making mistakes and facing hardship are crucial aspects of life as without struggle we could never grow. Not only do such moments allow you to learn more about yourself, but more importantly they can be very
Regret
It’s naïve to regret. Making mistakes and facing hardship are crucial aspects of life as without struggle we could never grow. Not only do such moments allow you to learn more about yourself, but more importantly they can be very
Goodbyes
I have never really been good at goodbyes. There is always so much more that you would like to say, however, there are no existent words which deem worthy; or perhaps even substantial of uttering. One could be misled into
Goodbyes
I have never really been good at goodbyes. There is always so much more that you would like to say, however, there are no existent words which deem worthy; or perhaps even substantial of uttering. One could be misled into
The Hospital Room (A Doctor’s Story)
(Style inspired by Anton Chekhov): The rays of sunlight reflected an incandescent glow off the white pillars of the hospital. The warmth of Moscow’s summer sun beat down upon the windows making the temperature within the Mariinsky Hospital incessantly uncomfortable
The Hospital Room (A Doctor’s Story)
(Style inspired by Anton Chekhov): The rays of sunlight reflected an incandescent glow off the white pillars of the hospital. The warmth of Moscow’s summer sun beat down upon the windows making the temperature within the Mariinsky Hospital incessantly uncomfortable
“War changes men”
I sit alone in the front room of my house by the window sill. Waiting. Excitement fills my hopeful eyes as I scan the street for the lively boy I have always been proud to call my brother. Ever since
“War changes men”
I sit alone in the front room of my house by the window sill. Waiting. Excitement fills my hopeful eyes as I scan the street for the lively boy I have always been proud to call my brother. Ever since
Life in the trenches
I search frantically through the mud for my rifle which I feel naked without having on hand. It is my one and only lifeline and I feel a wave of relief sweep through me knowing that it is safely within
Life in the trenches
I search frantically through the mud for my rifle which I feel naked without having on hand. It is my one and only lifeline and I feel a wave of relief sweep through me knowing that it is safely within
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