And yet it is untold, what feelings may unfold after a line is strongly uttered, or a phrase is attentively read. Irrelative of how those words reach your mind, they will keep on echoing there. Over and over, turning and swirling; his words intruding, my thoughts demurring. Everyone meets people who leave imprints in our [...]

A gentle flame sprang to life as Lucille lit the cigarette she held between two perfectly manicured red-nailed fingers. The light outside was cold and bare, casting a ghostly veil over parts of her boudoir which now had wisps of cigarette smoke dangling in the air. Lucille leaned against the foot of her bed and [...]

It was my first of many visits to the U.K but still remains, to this day, the best. There was never a dull moment and I enjoyed every minute from when I stepped onto that loading bridge at Gatwick airport, to the walks in Edinburgh Park and the festive Military Tattoo. I will never forget [...]

It was Ella’s tenth birthday, although you wouldn’t have known it unless she had told you so herself. There was no princess themed party at her house, no music, and no loud girls and boys. There was only little Ella sitting on a couch in front of the television next to her grandmother, and a [...]

‘Bismarck’s opposition to the unification of Germany was based on protecting Prussia’s state of independence.’ I try to repeat this phrase in my head in a variety of tones, pitches and speeds, but it sounds just as dull as when it’s said in the flattest and slowest way possible. What exactly was I on when [...]

Boni rests his head on my lap. He’s tired, he says. I start to ask him whether or not he’d like to join the others in their football match, or Kevin and Ruru in their dribbling. He sways his head and cuddles close. I contemplate the thinness of his neck. He’s scrawny, even for a [...]

December 21st 2012, 01.54 Brightness; flashes of white light, blinding me in the darkness, and yet…giving me hope. Coldness; embracing me like a cruel blanket, its fingers gripping tightly onto my skin and slithering slowly from one side of my body to the other. The silence; cutting through me like a knife. Why was I [...]

This is the way Karl told me the story: Once, a long time ago, in the early to mid-19th century, in a faraway kingdom close to here, which was actually a sultanate, there reigned a Fat Bastard. Every morning he would send his closest friends to shovel the fat of the land into their fancy [...]

He liked police and liked criminals too but what he liked most were oriental artifacts. His house was full of them and he loved them all the same way. What often troubled his mind was...

It was well before dawn; the sun’s furnaces were still cold as the last of the stars twinkled into the murky darkness, fading into the gloom.