The gambling butterfly (an iambic pun-tameter experiment)

A butterfly tried to escape a tryst, With betting shops, but failed to resist. It found a place along the main high street And had a flutter, should have kept receipts. It sought some help to stop it spending cash; A botanist proved quite a worthy catch. To help it reign in such a petty... Continue Reading →

An island

A wave, a rock, a cove. One threw itself at the other two, engulfing them within its tempestuous grasp for a fleeting second before it shattered and receded into the sea. It clutched at the sands, disintegrating into a churning mass of foam before it accepted its fate and rolled back towards the depths. More... Continue Reading →

A recollection of quarantine

"I hope this finds you well amid these unprecedented times..." Living in a pandemic, if one can call it living, wasn't on anyone's bucket list. Unless, of course, someone had written a bucket list of grotesquely masochistic pursuits, and had already exhausted "be impaled upon a spike", "have chilli powder poured into your eyes" or... Continue Reading →

A short story about a decade/regret

You catch your own reflection in the mirror, and you see a reverse image projected before you. A glance, maybe even a cursory stare, is no bad thing. One, after all, wants to look presentable. But when that glance becomes an inspection, you begin to notice things you’d never paid the slightest bit of mind... Continue Reading →

A short story about something

Seven and a half billion people, all chasing the same thing. They’d go to the ends of the world and back to find what eludes them, looking for the answer while asking the wrong questions. And yet, the answer is right under their nose. It’s within them. Always has been; always will be. They won’t... Continue Reading →

A short story about a reflection

I awoke at 1:43am, my head blaring with a cacophany of unwanted thoughts and feelings as they jumbled their way out of the box they were hidden in. Who opened it? Hell, what opened it? Like Lego strewn across the floor, I lay there trying to delicately pick up the thoughts and put them away, without hurting myself... Continue Reading →

A short story about moving

I moved out of my parents' house three months ago. Has it already been that long? Where does the time go? It's an inevitable stage for many, tearing your roots out of the crowded flowerpot and trying to nestle into your own to grow, in an attempt to stand proudly alone and present yourself as a flourishing,... Continue Reading →

A short story about a sentence

Imagine holding in a breath for a very long time. The urgency to breathe; the simple desire to empty your lungs and refill with fresh air intensifies with every single echoing tick of the clock. Time slows down, and each second is agony. Eventually, every single neuron contrives to rid you of that breath and... Continue Reading →

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