Bridges

Today's guest blogger Frank Einstein comes to you with a short scene. I woke up to darkness. I couldn't remember how I got here. At first, the place seemed aphotic, but as my eyesight adjusted, I could see bright dots in the distance, high up in the sky. The ground felt sandy, like a beach. There was a… Continue reading Bridges

The Willow Tree

This short story was originally written by me for a guest post on emilyreadseverything.com.    The only beautiful thing in Harktok was the willow tree. None of us knew how it managed to survive and grow when every other sign of greenery perished. In a small circumference around the base of its trunk, hardly two feet, grass grows.… Continue reading The Willow Tree

The Portrait Maker

Today's guest blogger is Earl James.   An old man was lying in a bricked sidewalk. His face covered by a worn out fedora hat, his beard was gray and almost reached his stomach. A few pedestrians will stop at the presence of the old man, some will throw coins, and some give blank stares. A cop… Continue reading The Portrait Maker

Promises (Part 1)

Riley I sit here on the park bench at sunrise. I can listen to the small birds chirping, perched on braches of trees over my head. I don't understand their language, but then I hardly understand anyone anymore. Fallen leaves flit through the ground, affected by the soft wind as I lean back and gaze… Continue reading Promises (Part 1)

A breather

Its dark by the time I leave my friend's home. We didn't even realise how the time passed by. That's the beauty of best friends-you could spend forever in their company and not realise it. The night sky is dark and it's soothing to my eyes unlike the excessive brightness of everything nowadays. The scene… Continue reading A breather

Chance Hearts (Part 8)

Quill Even though your heart truly belongs to someone else, you tend to move on after awhile. It starts with small things-not feeling the hope of finding him, stop searching for him, and then one dsy you look at other couples and long for that love so much that you start to go out with… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 8)

Chance hearts (Part 7)

(all previous parts are posted on my blog. Recommended to read them first) Quill You know what happens when you get arrested and put into jail? You keep believing that nothing will change and that once you get out you could go back to an almost similar life. That is if you have no one… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 7)

Chance Hearts (Part 6)

(All previous parts are on my blog. Recommended to read them first.) Pike My cell mate is sleeping again. He's in for a grand theft or something. He talks about it like he stole from the royal Queen's treasury. I think the guy is warming up to me, he talks more now. I remember when… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 6)

Chance Hearts (Part 5)

continued from Chance Hearts (Part 4) Quill That day, I started to live. We exchanged numbers and kept meeting up the next few days and just walked around, getting to know the city which was new to both of us. We also got to know each other's little tics- how he liked walking slightly in the… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 5)

Chance Hearts (Part 4)

Continued from Chance Hearts (Part 3)   I still remember the day when I met him. I was still in the process of recovering and coming back to life. He literally crashed into me when my head was in the clouds, I am so glad my body was on the streets. The corner of 26th street… Continue reading Chance Hearts (Part 4)

Chance hearts (Part 3)

continued from Chance hearts (Part 2) I've given up. Listened to my brother and moved to London last month. The familiar streets from my childhood surround me. Everyone is moving fast in this big city, like whirlwhinds on the streets, hardly noticing much else other than the road to their next destination. Am I the only… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 3)

Chance hearts (Part 2)

continued from Chance hearts (Part 1) For the first time in 6 years, I spend my summer elsewhere, away from the streets of Dublin where I met you and searched for you. Its warm in Japan today. The tradition of a different country surrounds me, overwhelmes me. Yet, every other minute I hope that you too… Continue reading Chance hearts (Part 2)