“Loneliness is Loud” Poem

Amid family, Associates, And probable friends, I cannot say that I’m truly alone.                                                                                    …

Group Counselling, Day 3, Part I [Short Story – The Early Birds]

Part 3 of Group Counselling Day 2, Part 2 (Short Story) But this part can be read separately. 10:34 am, Saturday Morning, Counselling Building’s Lobby “…Yeah, I was diagnosed with clinical depression but I refused to take my medications.” “Really. Why?” “I’ve seen what those strong anti-depressants do to people. I rather be dead on my…

Group Counselling Day 2, Part 2 (Short Story)

Part 2 of Group Counselling Day 2, Part 1 (Short Story) This part can be read by seperately. “And the teams are: Daren, Feng & Elisa Megan, Rosie, & Rylan Malik, Apex, & Marla Jaxon, Adelaide, & Cora.” Cora had a smirk on her bronze face. It was fixed, vengeful, and shamelessly, aimed at Jaxon. 

Group Counselling Day 2, Part 1 (Short Story)

The Continuation of Group Counselling Day 1 (Short Story)  Another Saturday morning came by, Cora was infront of the sandpaper Group Counselling Building, with her dark skin shining in the sunlight, her tangled hair packed in a petite ponytail, her bleached blue jumpsuit swishing in the wind, her leather messenger bag secured across her chest, and…

I’m Afraid of Running Out of Ideas! (Truthful Hour)

I’m afraid that, at this very moment, my ambition is quite unhealthy but necessary because for now my artistry is my only saving grace, my only source of peace—and sometimes, my only source of self-worth (I’ll talk about this more later). But this is why I coined the term—Needy Artistry—as my blog title. My blog title…

Group Counselling Day 1 (Short Story)

So there I was, seated in the center of a taboo. All of us, forced to reveal what made us  special—or freaks some might say.  My support group’s new instructor, Ms. Machett, liked to treat our knacks (rather our ticks) as though they were superpowers. She would smile at our defects and urge us to…

Toxic Games (Short Story)

The August heat had willed Joshua to tie his hair into a poorly structured man-bun, willed his fair face to be laced with sweat, willed his fairly slim build to be dressed in a white tank top and knee-length cargo. While Genet’s shoulder-length hair retained its curls, her bronze face shined, and her favorite summer…

The Art of Daydreaming (Pros & Cons)

My most interesting moments often takes place in my head. I believe it’s because of how reactive the combination of creativity and introversion truly is (yes, I just compared human traits to chemical reactions, deal with it 😝).