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THE WORLD INSIDE MY HEAD
Please note: This story is inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth. The sky sounded like it was breaking in half. Streams of salty water …
Once upon a time, a princess lived happily in her castle and was surrounded by the greatest family anyone could ever ask …
1. WINTER ON A MOUNTAINPatches of stark white shine beneath a sizzling sun. A green field coated with morning dew is slowly …
The forlorn stranger stares at me defiantly. Chin raised; I hold her opaline green eyes just as audaciously. Her eerie raven hair …
When dusk falls, lights go out like a thousand fireflies caught unawares by a net of woven torment.Houses seal their entrances, and …
Lady Lynn is walking outside whenAsudden, land Angels and their ilk!Rose in the hand, with a fall and glideThe stand of a …
A proud maharajah sits on his throne while scrutinizing the most important combat match of his reign. Prior to formal abdication, each Rajah …
Tempting whiffs of deliciously scented coffee waft into my nose as I glide through the bustling Cafe of Delhi, balancing an impressive …
The first note tastes of ivory, of the clusters of stars that shine upon us in a million constellations, a union of …
While the blood and gilt and roses singWhile the pale orb howls goodbyeWhile the canvas awakens; Mother flingsWhispers of warmth into the …
A glacier melts into quiet streams of pondering,And cries through burden, flows through my head.The icy sculpture becomes a myriad of bluesThat …
When the sun sets and the sky dims,When the stream dies or the waves crash.When the lights go out and thunder rings,When …
An icy mass yields to the heated fervour of the air; a kiss of warmth on the frozen water that manipulates it …
Bright, vibrant colours enliven the entrance to the carnival. Gentle sunrays caress her skin playfully as Nina waits in line along with …
Disclaimer- this story is not fact-based. Sometimes I wonder how things look like from the Above… Sitting on a flat green surface, …
‘Twas soon a dull and rainy day,Oh! The wetness o’ the fields and swaying o’ the trees.Tearful, the children who strolled and …
It seemed like another lifetime when I used to sit quietly and watch my mother paint, paint, and paint as she devoured …