Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. - Langston Hughes


The moon’s milky light shone forcefully,

The sea accepted the glare of the moon,

Marble glass, reflecting the light,

Accompanied by the lonely howl of a wolf,

Ruffled the ruffian’s feathers.


The puzzle pieces were all formed,

The light shone through,

The dainty glass sparkled in the ruffian’s eyes,

But then the ripple occurred in the glass,

The picture shattered,

And the ruffian smiled sadly.


The Noise

I wonder why the isolation continues,

To soar through as free as a bird’s wing.


And I wonder this,

While the noise continues…

While the war rages on,

Continous, forever, infinite.


Vesuvius: Fiction Once Again

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Vesuvius: Fiction Once Again

A gray haze spread across the sky. Maybe it was an eclipse. Maybe a meteor blocking out part of the sun. Or maybe entirely something else. It didn’t cross the mind that maybe it could have been an eruption of Vesuvius. Perhaps it was because I was too sleepy, having just woken up. But, still, it never crossed my mind.

Well, not until the screams sounded. And not until Alexa came, grabbed my hand, and ran outside, barely saving anything from the measly belongings we had.

She ran as fast as she could across our garden and through the streets. We mingled in with the crowd who were also rushing down the streets, screaming their lungs out.

I certainly didn’t know what was happening. And that is why, at that moment, I chose to slip my hand out of Alexa’s and turn around to see what the whole commotion was about.

As I did, a cold blast of wind hit my face, and I stood there, transfixed in terror. Vesuvius, the once thought dormant volcano, had erupted. Now, terror crept inside me too. And I understood the urgency.

But, I had taken too long to realize that. I had wasted precious seconds just turning round to see what everyone was afraid of. The ash was now falling faster, and the tremors of the earth made me unstable to stand.

I realized all this as I turned around to look at Alexa. Alexa had tripped over something, and she looked me in my eyes as she got up.

She looked defeated. And I knew it then. We both knew it was over. There was no way out now. The ash was falling down rapidly now. The houses and streets were breaking apart. And we both were nowhere the exit of Pompeii.

I looked Alexa in the eyes. “Thank You,” I whispered. “Bye.” As I said bye, something hit me in the chest. Something painful. The pain of knowing that you might not see someone again. Especially your loved one.

Alexa didn’t reply. And I smiled. I would never have thought my end would come like this. Not until I saw Vesuvius erupting. Especially not, until I had seen Alexa’s defeated look.

And certainly, not until the gray ash clambered on top of me, and fear pounded in my eyes. The blood roared in my ears. And blackness surrounded me.


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The wave rushes over,

The eyes empty,

And feelings are all lost,

As hopelessness invades the soul.


There it sits in that pitter-patter of the rain,

Hoping the light comes soon.

Soon so that he might find a way out

Of the darkness he has fallen in.

Flash Fiction Story: Least Expected


Least Expected

He read from the chair.

A world will drown in war between two,
Fear, anger, love, and dreams,
Will collide with bravery, tranquility, hatred, and delusions.

Then, Vespa was there. “Use Excalibur again. Our dreams,” she reminded him, “are riding on this.” 

Two things will cease the inevitable:
Execute the boy who executed millions,
The boy who once destroyed the world.

Then his mother appeared. A casualty in the destruction uttered one word. “Return.”

Indecisiveness froze him. His rival’s blade wrapped around his neck. Time halted. And the next few words he uttered shocked the world.

Or his return.

Crimson Pearls

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Crimson Pearls

Cool, silky water threads around bare legs,
The turbulent, salty sting hits my nose.

I tread deep into the steepening surface,
Carefree, flowing freely.

I lie down, a back crawl,
And then I close my eyes; peace envelopes.

Next thing I conceive,
Are droplets in front of me,
A tender hand, a fin,
Pushing me back,
Into the abyss; depths,
Of the water.

I float back,
Foams of water spreading around,
I fell under.

I swirled around,
My breath at its last.

My mind grappled the situation,
And common sense told me I was a goner.

But, then, time stopped.
I stopped breathing.
My eyes adjusted.
And then I saw the world.
The world under the sea.

Azure waves rippled,
White pebbles shone,
The sandy floor stretched for miles,
The light shone through,
And created a painting etched into the eyes.

Then something grasped me at my neck,
And I recognized by the sense of touch,
That tender hand again,
That fin again
Pulling me up.

I thrashed my arms around,
Taking hold of something warm,
Grasping onto it, I resurfaced.

Then, time resumed.
Breathing started,
Heart beat once again,

Then, as the sun shone through,
Providing light for me to see,
I opened my palm,
Waiting to see what I had grasped.

And when I opened it,
I held a crimson pearl.